"So much for your 'Date With Windi,' Dexmo. He has to declare war on somebody, I guess. Can't he do that tomorrow? I'm Windi Fucking Welch! What a dirtbag," she growled, turning the attention to a promotional poster on the facade of the Flukes. She glanced back over her shoulder for a moment, "Maybe he found out you were coming. That would be one seriously lame excuse for being stood up. 'Had to declare war. Sorry I missed you!' Lame. Just lame."

She brightened a little after squinting at the photo. "Well, my friend Hollie Mae Lovett is appearing at The Silver Seal tonight. You know, the comidienne? How about a wild little photo shoot with Windi and Hollie out on the town?"

Yes, that would be pretty hot, we agreed.

"Alright, then, lets go. Who wants to ride shotgun?"

We talked her into taking a cab. She was definitely a little soused.