Lesbian Aswang Queen
Rose crossed herself, her golden crucifix shining on her anxious collarbone.
Rose quirked a blonde eyebrow, then smiled, putting her gun down. "Is this Ms. Iktapati good with alcohol?"
The strange aswang winked. "You get me, kano."
Rose pulled out some cheap Napa Valley wine from her backpack, and she and the aswang took sips. It wasn't like postdocs were loaded. Still, it was a good vintage - it had been a good year for rain. Dry, dusty, the grass brown. Then, suddenly, green under California stars.
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