Oh no! Her son was there. Oh well. Flirting! She winked coyly at a cute lipstick lesbian on her way to the bar...or was it a drag queen? Whatever! She made her way to the bar and drummed her fingernails on the bartop, as she waited.
"I'd like a fruity drink, lovely son of mine, who looks soooo so SO good in the costume your mommy got for you! Look at all the tips you're getting in the tip jar!" It was like she labored under the pretense that he was still six years old or something. She stopped just short of nodding her approval, continuing to drum her painted pink fingernails on the shiny surface of the bar. "Pina colada, pleeeeease."