"Look for the purple door"

[dianavilliers]

He'd said. "The one with the buffalo on it."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, no even before then, as they were forming in the alcohol-and-testosterone addled shallows of his cerebellum he knew they were wrong. Lion! Shit! Lion. Where did buffalo come from? Buffalo even has more syllables than lion. It should be easier to say lion at this time on a Saturday night than f-n buffalo. This was a Monique thinks you're dumb moment if ever there was one.

"Buffalo" she repeated back at him. "Cool, I like buffalo."