It was Sunday morning, Angua could smell the gender confusion all over the building, and they still had to get back to Fandom today. So she was at the tavern, getting some breakfast and a hell of a lot of mimosas.

"That's a manly drink," one of the waitresses said in a teasing, definitely flirting voice.

"Yeah, I think I'm manly enough right now to not worry about what I drink," Angua countered, realizing that didn't come out nearly as surly as she'd intended and then realized that the waitress took this as flirting back and now she was getting the best, eye-fluttering, giggling service in the place.

Gods, she just had to be hunky, didn't she?