Laughter spilled from her those red lips, her cigarette nearly dropping, a quick hand could hardly hide her amusement at the bit of roguish irreverence.
"Oh, I won't bad mouth it. Horrible for business," she shrewdly began gently swirled the melting ice around her scotch. "The way I see it, everyone plays the game. They nip/tuck, suck, and fuck their way to youth, beauty, or whatever slapped-on brand of happy hell they want, but in the end, everybody up naked my table." She tips her glass in a salute with a sly smirk, "So three cheers, yeah?" and sipped her drink.
"And you? What story brings you to sunny-sided California?"