The bar counter waiter heard Evelyn Sherman's description and immediately dismissed her to one side.
Evelyn Sherman bit her lip and turned towards the seats on both sides of the bar counter.
She searched the left side without success before moving to the right.
When Grace Yakov called her, the music was very loud, indicating she definitely wasn't in a private room; she must be near the dance floor.
After searching the entire lobby, Evelyn Sherman finally found Grace Yakov, drunk as a lord, near a speaker.
In front of her, the table was littered with empty beer bottles, and she lay sprawled on the table, burping miserably.
"Miss Yakov, are you all right?" asked Evelyn Sherman as she helped her up and patted her back.
No sooner had she caught her breath than she covered her mouth, about to vomit, and Evelyn Sherman quickly passed the trash bin from under the table to her.
It took Evelyn Sherman all the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to help Grace Yakov out of the pub.
