No one knew who she had come with and each assumed it was somebody else. She had settled into the center of the chocolate naugahyde booth and poured from the pitcher of beer.

They all liked her, they all laughed at her cute way of turning a sentence into a question by raising the pitch of the end. One of the guys was turned on by the streak in her hair and wanted to jump into her eyes. A girl asked what color her lipstick was and Triane mentally noted to throw the other two dozen colors away.

Trianna was practicing living at night.