*licks a drop of appletini from one (perfectly manicured) finger and tosses her (big) hair and (big) beads over her shoulder* *to the rest of the table, continuing where she left off* ...so any-way, I was like, nuh-uh you di'n't, no self-respecting homegirl worth her thirty-dollar pedi'd put up with that, right? *cuts herself off and hisses an aside* Ohmigawd, E, check it out, Chicken Lips at three o'clock. You remember, the nasty dude with the pointy lips?
*huffs out a sigh and stirs her 'tini, reaching over to straighten Ecthelion's collar for the third time tonight* Babycakes, don't ever lose that class and style, 'kay? Too many dudes in the world with chapped chicken lips and nappy bald-dude hair. *flashes a toothy and appreciative grin* Not that you got any problems there, huh, Curly Fry?