The waitress all but rolls her eyes at Sally's move for her fake id.  She opens the bottle of Absolut from its perch on the middle of the shelf, amid dozens of other bottles... at least three of them vodka.  "And you, madam?"  her warm voice purrs as she turns to Cynthia.  She sets a few cubes of ice into a rocks glass and pours it half full, adding a fragrant lime wedge from a silver drawer on the bar, not even looking as she prepares the drink, merely watching Cynthia and Sally with a coy, knowing smile.<br/><br/>*<br/>The elevator, by this time, arrives in the lobby, the signal bell intoning once.