Two Eyes Cenote girls night out

had she been a sourpuss, tuna would've said something meaner than a screaming stallion. but no, the girl has some form of charm where it is often hard to anger her (that is, unless you start insulting her home). she she gets pushed out the way, a hearty laugh in her throat as she platter clangs to the ground. "lord almighty, miss, ah would've offer'd it tew yah first if you'd'a given me tha' chance!" she guffaws, a clicky cackle like sound of laughter as she reaches for the platter once more.

"lucky bitch" she would think playfully to herself. perhaps tuna would be stuck scrounging for bites later, but for now at least, the guests remained happy. "why don'tchew let me worry 'bout tha' meat, an' yew enjoy tha' party, miss.....?" as if insinuating for the other to offer her name, in hopes of knowing just who this party guest was.