She gets one fish on the line immediately

"ID," the bartender prompted her as she walked straight from the door to him. The rest of the place was half-full, groups of students dispersed throughout it. Her eyes scanned them without her permission, looking for the most likely groups.

"23, huh?" the bartender grunted, and she saw him writing down something from the corner of her eye.

"Almost 24," she said, wanting to make it clear she wasn't some poor student.

"Failed a couple of years, huh? What'll it be?"

"I... I... I'm not paying," she said and snatched back her driver's license.

"Yo babe, spend some time with me and my guys," said a voice. Turning to it she saw a tall but skinny white guy dressed like a wannabe gangster. He motioned to a group of leering guys dressed similarly. Obviously losers, she thought, but found herself smiling sweetly at him.

"Only if you buy me a beer."

"No problem!" the guy snapped his fingers at the bartender, who'd overheard it with a knowing air. A bottle instantly appeared and money was exchanged.

"Thanks," she said, and tilting it to her lips like it was a cock she slid it in. The beer poured into her mouth, a little allowed to dribble down her chin, a drop making her top transparent where it landed.

The guys eyes stared at her, along with those of the guys at his table. Smirking at him she walked off.