Re: Food and drink tables: Damon/Pam at the bar
Pam gave Damon the once over. For a walking hard on, he was tolerable to look at. He could even pass for pretty, if she was in the mood to dole out compliments.
"Well, I hate to break it to the local population, but this isn't exactly Paris, France," she replied.
"There isn't a hell of a lot to do, so I took a party where I could get one. Other than that. I've been doing more work than Eric's actual slave lately."
The waiter slid the bottle of wine onto the bar, along with two glasses. He looked at her expectantly, but she just raised an eyebrow which was enough to send him scurrying away.
"You don't believe that bullshit about letting wine breathe, do you Salvatore?" she asked, checking the label on the bottle.