<em>Danica with the others, grinning</em><br/><br/>Her grin widened as Spencer grinned. She leaned over and kissed the woman's cheek. "I wouldn't share details with you on that." That would be all kinds of 'oh fucking hell no, shut up, woman!' Her eyebrow lifted as she pursued a line of naughty questioning. "Don't think of the man like that?  Really? Never?"  She was in trouble but she couldn't resist as she leaned forward, her breasts almost pressing out of her top as the bar crushed into her body. "Why is it okay for me to give you details about your brothers, but not your father? You did your brothers, didn't you? Didn't you!?"  She was grinning from ear to ear.<br/><br/>"Awww. So sweet, being nice to Crash." She wouldn't ask him if he got his nickname from the act of crashing. It would get her into trouble.<br/><br/>His answer to her question made her chuckle. "The foot odor… You'll never look at those men the same way again. And besides, your shit shift is almost over. You've got… what? A month left? If that? Then you're one of them." And then he'd have his way with whatever he wanted. He had to ask now, he could be turned down now, pussy wasn't a privilege for him. Yet.  She needed something, didn't know what. Probably a good drunk. She didn't normally think this way.  She just felt that something better might be out there… it just wasn't meant for girls like her and Spencer.<br/>