“I’m a…crab!” The girl who is always drunk was dying at her own joke.
“Well I’m half-person half-horse!” Ah, dressing room astrology-talk.
“You’re a centaur.”
“What the fuck is a sen tar?” It seemed like she couldn’t decide if it was rude of me to call her a sen tar.
“A mythical horse man thingy. I’m pretty sure it’s the same as a Sagittarius.” It sounded weird coming out of my mouth. Yeah, what the fuck is a centaur? Am I thinking of a satyr?
“A CENTAUR! You never watch Xena?! Shiiit.” Well, at least someone knew what a centaur was.