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Keira couldn’t wait to rat out Jess and Sadie to Alex. Those bitches went to watch Lady and The Tramps and didn’t think about taking her. What the hell? Before Keira could say a word, Alex walked up to the table and gave Keira, aka…Sex Kitten,(Alex’s nickname for Keira), a huge, long hug. Keira needed the hug and so did Alex. Their connection was undeniable. Alex and Keira were the first to start the monthly happy hours. They shared so many heart-to-heart stories with each other over many drinks, they talked about love, heartbreak, family, and God, all in that order, and after a drunken night, they decided their life-long mission was to start a brothel. Keira would be the Madame, and Alex would be in charge of getting the clientele and hire appropriate help to service the customers. After that drunken night, Keira’s new name was Sex Kitten, it was so fitting. Keira appreciated the sexy name. It made her feel special, and she was so elated that someone like Alex would befriend someone like her. Keira was one of Alex’s best friends, she confided in her with everything, and never felt judge, or afraid of a horrible reaction from Keira. She felt safe with her and would never give up the relationship she had with Keira for anything.

Somehow word got out that Alex and Keira met for happy hours on the regular, so people inquired about the happy hours and started showing up. Keira and Alex designated monthly happy hours for any riffraff that wanted to come, but then there would be secret happy hours for just Keira and Alex where Keira could get all the juicy details of Alex’s rendezvous and adventures. She loved living vicariously through Alex, and Alex loved being able to share her stories with Keira, knowing it was in confidence and she would never judge, Alex, spared no details.

Alex ordered a bloody, no salt around the rim, not spicy, and a beer chaser. That was always her first drink at Oscar’s. She looked at the table and saw Keira’s beer chasers sitting there, she must be on drink five now, according to the full beer chasers. Keira did not care for beer chasers, she ordered them for Alex, and she only ate half of her pickles and olives, those were for Alex too.

Keira forgot all about the Tramps and was hoping that Alex had something juicy to share with the girls. Keira was dying for some excitement. Keira was known to be Alex’s little black book. She kept track of all the guys Alex met, dated, and screwed. She knew all their nicknames and their “unit’s” nicknames too. Keira was always amazed by how Alex would pick up some of these guys, some of them bartenders, she did have a thing for bartenders, but a lot of them were not. Alex dated her fair share of doctors, lawyers, regular businessmen, guys with blue-collar jobs, one guy was even going to school to be a priest. Keira still had no idea how Alex swung that. Keira looked at her friend in awe. She thought the world of Alex and just wanted her to be happy.