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Becca lounged against the bar. “And what do you think my sign is?” She smirked and glanced over at Liz, the bartender. Liz rolled her eyes and continued wiping the bar. This happened almost every night. Some hapless girl comes in, sees Becca and immediately falls in lust, then falls for Becca’s zodiac schpeal. Rinse and repeat, like clockwork. There had been that one night where Becca came in with empty eyes and spent the night alone in the corner before going home with Liz. It’d been beautiful and heartbreaking, but the next evening was business as usual. Liz knew better than to expect anything from Becca. The girl always tipped well, that was enough.