<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Jaclyn Rosendahl</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Courtesan Vajayjay</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… fucking? … is she really escalating our ‘date’ there? … what? oh? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Miss? A gentleman who just left ordered this for you. On his tab. He said to offer you a side of water.”</span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://ot-foodspotting-production.s3.amazonaws.com/reviews/187547/thumb_600.JPG)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he sets a perfect meniscus pour martini  in front of me … look up toward the bar but of course whoever is gone … a side of water? … Peter? … Ari? … take a sip …yes, Goose and nothing except the olives …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you sir!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look at Nan …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter Warcaof saw us, that’s where this drink came from! Not many others know my drink of choice. Bet you didn’t see him either but he had to have been at the bar for at least one drink if not more.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… real observant there, copper! … sip the martini …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Quit fuckin’ with me, Nan. If you’re here as a cop, get the fuck outta my life cuz you got nothing and I’m tired of the crap!. If you’re here because you’re attracted to me, stick around. I’m attracted to you but I hate bullshit. I don’t really goddamn care anymore!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another pull on the martini … mostly gone and so am I …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And I’ve said what I’m thinking. I don’t have any control over anything except how much I drink tonight and this is the end for me. You wanna fuck? Let’s go steal some toys and go do that. You know me about as well as you’re ever gonna so cut the crap!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… finish the martini … set the glass down firmly … eat the three olives off the stick … glare at her …</em></span></span><br/>