I flounce over to a stool, sit, cross my arms, and stick my bottom lip in the sulkiest pout I can manage.<br/><br/>"No fair! Steffy never lets me have any fun! Always so bothered about how she looks and how dry she is, and how much she wants to buy everyone a drink..."<br/><br/>There's a pause. Pauses are to be filled.<br/><br/>"And I just want to help her fulfil her dreams of being a waitress here and serving drinks to the glamorous clientelle, and to drink copiously to allow her more practice, and amuse Robbie, and win a major award for something..."<br/><br/>I shake my empty glass, and turn it upside down. It appears to have a leak in it.