Zinda toppled off the bar stool and to the floor. The bar went silent.
She sat up and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I don't think you got room to talk about floozies. Real floozies have manners." She got to her feet, keeping the stool between them, and reached for a beer bottle. "Like knowing why some reject from a bad ninja movie is starting something in my bar."
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