<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine sighed, sipped her drink, and set the half empty glass down. She was going to have a talk this weekend with the waitress at work who recommended this club to her. Maybe it is just an off night, or maybe it gets busier later, but Jasmine wasn't sure if this place would be worth it. Still she had spent an hour driving here so she didn't want to leave too soon and miss out.<br/><br/>Jasmine turned her attention back to the door, watching to see who might enter and make the wait worthwhile.<br/><br/>Then all of sudden Jasmine felt her table move and liquids flying. A woman, who appeared to have been drinking, had bumped into her table. Jasmine set her now empty glass back up pn the table. She handed the woman a napkin and helped her to wipe up the mess on the table. "Are you OK?", Jasmine asked. "Maybe you should sit down for a minute."<br/><br/>After the two of them had soaked up the drinks from the tabletop, Jasmine said, "Oh by the way my name is Jasmine" and held out her hand. She thought might as well have someone to chat with until things liven up in here.