"Don't be afraid, lovely. I'm far too drunk to bite. I'm sure you'd have me on my ass before I even got up." The lady joked, laughing as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. She sat back in a chair, staring at the piano player as if he was about to tell her where the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was. She rarely ever had the chance to make real conversation. Her own husband merely grunted at her half the time. If she could focus on something other than her life for five minutes, it was worth it. She didn't mind that it was in the midst of strangers. "It's raining out my dear, you'll catch a cold."