Georgina narrowed her eyes. "Take a request? Like... I give you something to draw?" Leaning back in her chair, she surveyed the room. With her hands behind her head, Georgina contemplated the other patrons. "Eh...." Georgina's eyes settled on a tall, skinny man with a pronounced nose and hair halfway down his back. He sat alone at the bar, with a row of five empty shot glasses in front of him. She pointed. "Draw that broomstick over there in a tutu?" she offered. At least it was something.