Cynthia continued dancing to the tunes, drunk and oblivious to the curious stares she was receiving. Venessa felt a little embarrassed but she had learnt to have thick skin whenever she went out with Cynthia.
"I wonder what is taking them so long. Did they forget that a birthday girl made a request?" Cynthia whined after her song was over.
Venessa guessed she might have requested something and they haven't brought it yet.
As if answering Venessa's questions a group of men carrying a birthday cake approached their table and Venessa's eyes almost popped out.
' Did Cynthia order a group of hot-looking gigolos to serve us.' she asked herself.
Like an excited child, Cynthia squeaked and started clapping her eyes when she saw the cake. "My birthday special is here. Yeepeee!!!"
