Susan winked lasciviously at her friend. "It's stuck in there now? That's what she said." She poured herself another shot and handed one over to Rose. "Those are very good things to look for in a man Rosie," she slurred. "A nice dick is always good, or boobs. Mmmm boobs." She lifted her shot glass up and saluted the bottle with the care of a child crossing a floor made of lava. "I love a good bottle of... stuff. Yes, good stuff."
"Also," she said leaning forward. "I think I know a person who I can see you with. He's so lovely, I bet Dennis the Menace would agree with me." She looked around blearily. "Where is Dennis the Menace? That boy never seems to be in the room at the same time as me. I'm starting to think we're secretly the same person," she laughed with a hiccup.