"Brooke, your shoes!"

Jaime gasped as she felt the bottom of Brooke's heels as she kicked her legs under the table.

"Wh... what do you mean?" Brooke slurred her speech.

"That means you're not bottomless!"

"Oh no..." Brooke put her hand on her forehead in realization, "that means I broke the rules!"

"Oh yeah," Sam butted in, "I think you owe the restaurant an apology."

"Yeah," Jaime continued, feeling a buzz, "in fact, you should walk up to the reception and apologize yourself. And in fact, you should make up for it by..."