Katrina is very worried about Farrah. Last night, Farrah happily told me that she likes someone. Why is she drinking alone in a bar tonight? She looks like she's in so much pain… What happened to her?
Farrah looks up at the sound of Katrina's voice. "Katrina, you're here!"
Katrina nods. "Yes, I'm here! Farrah, what happened? If something bad happened to you, you could tell me, I think of a way to fix it!"
"Patton!" cries Farrah, slapping the table with her hand, "more alcohol!"
The sudden movement nearly causes the bartender to spill the drink he is making.
When a drink doesn't appear in front of her, she pounds the table again and shouts, "Patton! Hurry up!"
What the hell did she call me? My name isn't Patton! Despite his annoyance, the bartender can't argue with a customer. He hands over two glasses of fruity drinks that have very little alcohol.
