by Patty Templeton.
Read by M.K. Hobson.
Originally appeared in SteamPowered II: More Lesbian Steampunk Stories
Cazy Tipple and Balma Walker were the two finest bootleggers for a god-step or more. The only two that lived in the Rotgut, instead of on its edge.
Balma hadn’t always hated the sour, sorrowing guts out of Cazy, but times changed with the rain.
Ten years and a piece with the same two hearts in a three room cabin and there’s bound to be here-and-there altercations. Balma’d call Cazy a no-good-jar-tipper, and Cazy’d have a sip and a swallow and name Balma a brain-big-hollerin’-bitch. Balma’d throw the grits and biscuits at Cazy and the frying pan after. Cazy’d bite a brushed-off biscuit and tell Balma how fine it was. Fairly soon, the two were hot eyes over hot coffee and the stills would have to wait until the sheets had another ruffle and wet.
But this time, Cazy’d done enough wrong for Balma to prop the grudge on a pulpit and preach.
Rated R for profanity, violence.