You return with the bottle and a bucket to find her giggling into her phone, so dump the booze and return to the bar for the glasses. By the time you get back to the table she's swigging Moet out of the bottle and giggling even more.....
"You pour yourself glass and glare at her.
"Oooooh, get you" she sniggers.
"Why are you here? you bark and sits up a little.
There follows a lengthy, rambling and drunlen story that finally finished with a request for cash.
"OK" you say, and her eyes suddenly widen, although she can't say anything because her mouths attached to the Moet again, "But there's one condition." |