Thirst #FridayFictioneers

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Thirst

“Let’s just say I’m a girl. You can imagine that can’t you?”
The gossamer threads left very little to his imagination but he nodded in reply taking the dancer in his arms.

“Mind if I lead? I’m a traditional guy. You can imagine that can’t you?”
Its narrow shoulders shook, the laughter was human enough.
“Buy me a drink? The bot isn’t much for conversation but he knows what I like.”

It dipped a pink tongue into the gin and asked, “Why this watering hole?”
“I took a wrong turn at the third moon. You?”
It swallowed,”Thirst.”

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