Lion Head Mesa (ap) Not sure exactly where I am.

As Reyes regaled her with the tale of his expulsion from the reception, Towhee's jaw clenched. She felt a pulse of indignation, then a sort of smugness came over her. She had been right about him all along. He was a wildcard.

But the righteous wrath passed quickly and Towhee found herself rolling her eyes in exasperation. It definitely wasn't fond, though it wasn't hostile either. There was something extremely validating about this scenario and it allowed her to find the humor in it.

She permitted herself to snort a small laugh when Reyes mentioned toasting the groom's nipples. You're a fuckin' idiot, she thought without any particular malice, shaking her head at him. Towhee almost wished she'd gone after all, just to see them yeet Reyes. She just might have to seek them out later and befriend them over this common ground.

All this talk of wenches and wives made her suddenly curious. "Where's your girlfriend?" There was an edge of derision in her voice, though it was slight. Mostly she just wondered if the woman would come take care of her wayward partner, otherwise Towhee would have no choice but to leave him like she'd found him: meandering drunkenly in the cold, dark desert.