DISCLAIMER: I don't own/work with anything Birds Of Prey related, and
I only wish I owned Dina Meyer; who really, doesn't even appear in
this piece. This is nonprofit and for fun cause I'm cool like that.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, not a fic, so much as a drabble, but it counts, right? In case you don't know, a drabble is a one hundred word work. Don't get all excited; it's not even all that good. Written in response to LuzMaria's challenge: Use the phrase "Hot as/Hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire."
Helena leaned forward in her chair, catching Dinah's eye. "Okay, so we're standing there, the place is packed, and she's about to order a drink, when she looks me dead in the eye and says," her voice lowered, an eyebrow raised, and a molasses drawl came forth. Dinah couldn't help but be fascinated. "Honey, you look hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire."
Dinah's eyes widened disbelievingly. "What did you *do*?"
The brunette smirked, and her eyes flashed for a moment before she wet her lips with a candy pink tongue. "I gave her points for originality."
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