curled up under a dark corner booth, finishing up the last peachy martini olive. Burrrrrrrrrrr~b.

Freaking idiots. That's all they do. Drinking, dancing, fighting and sucking face, sometimes all at once. Ugh. This olive still has a shred of her silk stocking attached. There's blood on it, too.

sucking in the pimento and spitting out the rest like an old pro.

Tasty tho. I wonder what to they put in these things? Meso American catnip? Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~b.

more interested in a fly on the wall, training my eyes upon the next quarry, attempting to focus.
getting on all fours not so gracefully, teetering, ears twitching, dizzily peeking out from under the table...........