Nah, this one doesn't need more sauce

"This one doesn't need any encouragement, and you know it," you eye the brunette bartender up and down while Tiffany makes chit-chat with the people she's offending around her. The Delta Delta sorority girl working the bar is Morghen, one of the most indignant of the group. She IS skinny, and she's been keeping everybody's drinks flowing glacially slow because she's in no hurry.

You put a $10 bill in the ceremonial tip jar, and the brunette plucks it up with a flick of her emaciated wrist.

"As you wish. And just be careful with that one, if she can't handle herself as well as you can handle her...." The girl's French accent comes on strong when she's strung on cocaine. "Au revoir."

Morghen pours barely 1 shot of tequila into Tiffany's cup. The skinny girl smacks a gob of bubblegum and, after a short pause, gets you a drink as well.

"Ooooh, you, like, got her to serve you so fast!" Tiffany claps and squees, she spills half her glass, so you think 1 shot isn't going to do too much damage after all. "How'd you get that lazy broad to hit us up first?"