Had Faye paid for the drink she was nursing, tucked away in a corner in a very low cut dress? Of course not.

But she also knew that in order to get drinks, you needed to not look like some kind of lonely little weirdo, so there was a man over by the bar who'd been bitching about how his martini had been right here a minute ago.

And now maybe she could get someone to buy her a drink. The honest way.