<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Original</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255198.msg12625357#msg12625357">Quote from: KirbysFolly on 04-09-2016, 19:38:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl up on the stage did her thing, the waitress came by to see if anybody had any requests, and Angie had a brief shouted conversation with her classmate, which ended with her sitting back and looking frustrated for a minute. She finally leaned forward to yell in Jessie's ear. "She says we 'have' to sit through at least one full dance, then we're 'good.'<br/><br/>From the other woman's behavior, it was pretty obvious that she'd had something to drink before she'd arrived, hooting and hollering along with the men in the club. It was also pretty clear, at least to Jessie, that she was a lot more invested in Angie not having fun than she was in having fun herself. A brief conversation between her and the waitress ended with the waitress apparently trying to flirt with Angie, which went nowhere at all, frustrating both of them. After a few more minutes of irritating behavior like this, she leaned forward. "Angie, you should totally get a lap dance," she said, with a nasty grin.<br/><br/>Before anybody could answer, Jessie felt a tap on her shoulder, and Liam, one of her coworkers at the deliver company, appeared beside the table. "Jessie? What in the world are you doing here?" He had a huge, amused smile on, and a small package in his hands. Jessie recognized the Priority Delivery stamp on the top as he shifted the slightly-squished box around. "Package fell off the line," he said, gesturing with the box. "But it was supposed to go out today, so they pushed me out with it. Hey, DeSouza hit a moose out in Grant's! You're not the last to smash up a van anymore!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Jessie was debating how easily she could spill a drink on the woman, if the woman was worth wasting a drink, and if she would take it out on Angie, when she felt the tap on her shoulder.  Jessie smiled at Liam, then raised her voice to make sure the woman tormenting her friend could hear.<strong>"Not my type of place, but my friend is being blackmailed by a stuck up bitch.  Nice!  The bitch I ran over when she pissed me off took forever to get out of the grill, I wonder how much longer a moose will take."</strong><br/><br/>She lowered her voice as she continued the conversation, though tried to see the woman's reaction out of the corner of her eye.<strong>"DeSouza alright?  Sucks you got drafted, I hope you're at least getting overtime... or some ones.  Express delivery to a strip club?  Sounds like a dream job for a man.  It vibrate?"</strong>