(Guh, sorry, here I am... where were we...?)<br/><br/>Celia hiccuped, then thrust her glass forward. "Yes, pleasse. I'd be delighted." She jerked her head curtly to the waiter. "Just another vodka will do me for now." She was a tad annoyed at him, perhaps not reasonably, as her head was getting a bit cloudy, and the surrounding noise and voices were not particularly helping. Surely he could see she was pleasantly occupied where she was, with this lovely young morsel?<br/><br/>Peh, predation was such difficult business in such cosmopolitain culture. Such lack of subtlety! She chuckled softly.<br/><br/>She brought the tip of her tail to her mouth delicately, nervously. "M, I apologize. My belly's more sensitive to the drink than you would think. Goes right to my head."