<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/CourtneyLBDBWCUT.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Courtney<br/>(Butterfly)</span></strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I wanted to giggle, except I wasn't sure what I had just walked into. Steffy getting the "you're #1" salute? I <em><strong>have</strong></em> to know what this is about. It didn't seem like the friendly sort of bird that friends give each other after a good razzing, and Steffy isn't exactly the type to elicit such responses. By "exactly," I mean like .. not at all. <br/><br/>It's murky though, 'cause Jaclyn is trying to get this girl to with her, soooo ... maybe it was a battle of wits gone sideways? That would make sense, she could outwit the best of grifters with little more than a bat of her eyelashes. <br/><br/>Luckily, I think, no one saw me come in. I've gotten in the habit of coming in the back door, in case Mechelle needs help. Seems like a calm night. I step behind the bar, make a couple of drinks for Steffy and me, then tell Mechelle:<br/><br/>"Need any help, just holler!"<br/><br/>I put some cash directly into the till, then walk up behind Steffy and tap her on the shoulder...<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?" I ask, pointing at her lap.</span>