<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br/><br/>"Uh.... S... sorry. I kinda react badly to... uh..." I was about to say Pakis, but that was probably not a good idea. "... To Asians. My parents have some funny ideas about them, and... uh... Well parents are parents, right?" I offered a very nervous smile and a little giggle.<br/><br/>Another bottle of American gnats piss beer was handed to me. I made that three. What, were they trying to get me<em>drunk</em>? On<em>Budweiser</em>? Please! I shrugged and chugged the bottle down, a little quicker this time. "Um, look, please, if you're trying to get me drunk, could I have something a little stronger?" I clearly wasn't going anywhere and I very much doubted that Ms Butch-and-smells-of-twat was really sending Paki-chick to fix the bike. And right now, being drunk seemed like a good idea. But this amount of virtually alcohol free beer was going straight to my bladder. "If I drink any more of this stuff..." In fact, just thinking about it made me want to go.<br/><br/>"Uh, look, ladies, I uh... I need to use the..." What was the usual term in this linguistically challenged country? Ah yes... "The bathroom? That's it over there isn't it?" I started to slide off my stool. "I'll come right back, honest..." I lied.