"That's because you're one of the good ones she told him," pointing with one hand, and reaching for the bottle with the other one. "And I kind of missed TV when I joined up, but now it's not a big deal anymore. Exy's trying to slowly bring me over to liking Tom Waits. We'll see how that plays out." She smiled. "He's so patient with my hurricane self. I always leave it til almost too late."
"See, Vegas is basically the biggest circus in the country, so I was breathing it in from birth," she continued. "The lights, the sounds, all the sparkles and feathers. That's what I wanted to do, I wanted to be a showgirl. Started dancing when I was five years old, til I was about...21." She shrugged, swigging from the bottle again. "Nothing ever came of it though. Doesn't matter."
She snorted. "Yeah, a bit," she agreed. "You might try her name, til you figure out something that won't prompt punching."