A friend once told Anna that she’s “like Tinkerbell, but with brass knuckles.” Also, she’s what you might call, “a talker”. Come in, hang out, shoot the shit, have a bitchin cocktail, lather, rinse, repeat. Anna will amaze you with her dorkiness, entertain you with her quirkiness, satisfy you with her drink-makiness, and if you’re willing, facilitate your awesometasticness.
