"Right. But here I am." I'd started the night at a different bar but still wanted to hang out with Stormy.
I pointed at the tiny skirt she was wearing, which was little more than a four-inch wide ribbon of pleated plaid wrapped around her waist. "I have a kilt at home that's the same tartan!"
"This skirt? A kilt?" She posed and held out the sides. "Is it this short?" She turned around and flounced the back up and bent over again from the waist, looking back at me. "Can people see your butt when you wear it, like this one?"
I laughed. "No. Oh, hell no. No one wants to see that."
I was glad to be here. Stormy always makes me smile.