Bone, a butch lesbian, waits in a bar for their also butch lover to arrive so they can discuss their relationship troubles. When a straight man interrupts Bone's waiting to hit on them, Bone serves his ass back to him on a silver platter. THREE SCORPIONS WALK INTO A BAR rips apart the patriarchy and spits in its face, demanding an answer as to why straight people feel so entitled to infiltrate and take gay spaces away from its inhabitants. Through these rough exteriors, hardened facades, and explorations of lesbianism, we discover we are all just scorpions: glowing in the dark not because of anything innate, but emitting light because of the rays beamed onto us from others.