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lab coat.
    "Is this not okay?" she asked.
    Jenny burst out into peals of laughter.
    "Liz, you are the silliest. Don't you want to pick up any guys?"
    "Not particularly, no." Liz shrugged. "And definitely not if they don't like my hoodie."
    "You're a strange one, Ms. Elizabeth," Jenny said. "Now let's go get laggered."
    "Laggered?"
    "You know, pissed," Jenny said.
    "Pissed ?" Liz was so confused.
    "Silly American girl," Jenny said brightly, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her out the lab door. "We're gonna get drunk !"
    At the pub, Liz tried her best to get laggered . The first ale she ordered turned out to be darker and more bitter than anything she'd ever drunk, though. And the fish and chips she ordered must come with an extra side of grease...she could see oil dripping off of her fries when she picked them up.
    She had her lab notebook tucked under her arm to protect it from the grease. All of the initial lab culture results were in there and she definitely didn't want to have to rework all of the runs she'd already done in preparation for the beginning of the year.
    Jenny was having a blast, dancing in the middle of the pub to the overloud music. She'd managed to reapply her makeup on the way to the pub and Liz watched her in envy. She had on a cute skirt and top with heels that she definitely had not been wearing in the lab—did she keep her shoes in her purse? Multiple guys hovered near her, hoping to get to talk to the beautiful blond girl. Liz sighed and took another sip of beer, wincing at the taste.
    Everything on the radio seemed to be American, Liz noticed, or maybe that was just the rock station. She made the mistake of nodding along to a few beats, and then Jenny had tossed her notebook onto the bar, taken her by both hands, and was hauling her out onto the floor to dance.
    "See any cute guys?"
    "Uh, I don't know." Liz cast a glance back to make sure her lab notebook was okay. Come on, Liz, she told herself. Nobody at a bar is going to steal your precious lab notebook. "How about you? Any...um...cute guys?"
    "I like... that one!" Jenny pointed, randomly it seemed, to an athletic blond guy standing at the end of the bar. "You like?"
    "Um..."
    "You haven't flirted with a single guy," Jenny said. "Go hit on him."
    "No!"
    Jenny scrunched up her face at Liz in confusion. "Are you queer? Not that that’s bad or anything. Actually, I know another pub—"
    "No!" Liz laughed nervously. "I don't really like bars, though."
    "Not a pub kind of girl? Okay, that's fine."
    Liz relaxed, thanking heaven that her labmate would leave her alone. But Jenny had a twinkle in her eye, and she continued on.
    "We'll have to get you flirting somewhere else, then! Maybe I can bring a few of these boys back to the lab with us. Then you can talk to them about hematological malignancies."
    "I'm sure that would charm their pants off."
    "Ooh! You should flirt with the director tomorrow!" Jenny's eyes sparked with excitement.
    "How many tequila shots have you had?" Liz asked.
    "Less than I'm going to have tonight." Jenny leaned into the wall.
    "Can you stand up straight? I'm pretty sure that your neck is going to ache tomorrow."
    "No, but seriously. You should totally flirt with him," Jenny said.
    "An old wealthy benefactor who bought a directorship? As tempting as that sounds, I'll pass."
    "No wrinkled old cocks for Liz to suck on?" Jenny asked, tilting her head playfully.
    "I'll suck wrinkled old cocks when I'm old and wrinkled, and not a second before."
    "He's not even that old," Jenny said. "He's just five years or so out of college—well, he dropped out of college—"
    "Oh, a college dropout," Liz said. "What did he do, play videogames until he failed out of class?"
    "Kind of," Jenny said. "I mean, his whole business was digital renditions—"
    "Excuse me." A couple of guys walked up to them, looking decidedly sketchy in tight hipster jeans and leather jackets that smelled like cigarette smoke. The one who spoke leaned on the wall