Fatima would look up.  With the aspect of Lita hovering close to her.  As the woman slips into the chair next to her.   A moment before she notices the held out glass of whiskey.   Lita is offering her a sip.      Reaching out she take the glass and would take a sip.   The whiskey is warm going down.    No face is made,  even through it is the first time she ever took a sip of whiskey.   The warmth though is a surprise.  She had not expected such.<br/><br/>All of a sudden Lita is jumping up and moving.    The other girl is trying to go out the door.  Trying to escape, something she should be trying.  Lita reaches her, and again pleads with the girl.   That she did not want to runaway.  She could not, she would be caught. They would be caught if anyone of them wanted to runaway.<br/><br/>The whiskey's warmth felt good.   She knows just a sip.  But she still has the glass.  The temptation is too much.   She wants to see if that warmth she felt would come again.   But this time she takes more then a sip.  She gulps down the rest of it.   So that when Kairi is ushered back towards the table.   Fatima is flushed in the face.  That heat is accompanied by another feeling.  She just couldn't place it.   As she suddenly felt light headed.<br/><br/>Lita crotches next to them.  She speaks again,  about earning and saving tips.  Tips from doing what.   She hasn't said,  Fatima needs to know.<em>"Sueling whaz for stipss."</em>It all came out wrong.   As she slurs her words, it is not what she had thought and meant to say.   She had meant to say 'doing what for tips'.    Of course Lita will see the empty glass of whiskey.   Which should give her a clue to what just has happened.