" I’m still not going to be Miss New Year’s Hoochie to be put up for a Swamp Bar vote,” I said. “What I can’t figure is why the two of you thought I’d go along. You know me. Sequins? A dress that barely covers the important parts—and wouldn’t if I bent or, God forbid, sneezed. I’d love to hear where you think I’d put my pistol. And don’t tell me you expect me to leave it at home, because then I’ll assume you don’t even know me.” “Lord no!” “That’s just crazy talk! "
― Jana Deleon , Flame and Fortune (Miss Fortune Mystery, #22)