"Posh wankers have to pay extra," Mary winked before leaning across the bar to get the bartenders attention and ordering a whiskey highball and another cosmo for herself. While she waited for the drinks to magically appear, she sat back down on her stool, crossing one leg over the other.
"How's your friend?" she asked Much. "The one who lost her boyfriend?" That had been the last thing Much had spoken to her about and the reason for cancelling their last meet up.