"Two shots and make sure to go hard on the liquor," Percy said to the bartender. She had started to blend in perfectly with the human folks.
"Isn't that too much for a missy like you? '' someone chipped in.
Probably fifty-three, looking at the loss of muscle tone and thinning skin. His eyes were unfocused. But they occasionally ventured below her jaw more than twice. She flashed him a sly grin. He was a drunk old man ready to lose his wallet.
"Let's wage a bet and see if that's true. You and me. As many shots until one backs off." she taunted, raising her shot glass over her head to him. Was he going to take the bait she thought?
All the men had one thing in common and that was an oversized ego. They never like to be tested.
"I'd advise you against it, sir. She is a devil ready to drain your wallet." That's except for him. Her eyes narrowed crossly as she frowned deeply at the bartender, seeing as he chased away another fool wanting to elate his ego.
