"I don't know," Karla groaned, frowning up at him. Like she was supposed to remember? Honestly now, Warren! "A lot of brightly-colored things, I think. People kept buying me shots, too, because they didn't believe I could keep drinking."

She dropped her head back down on her arms. It was far too heavy to keep holding upright.

"And then me and...someone else...she had a name but it was long and alien and might contain sounds I don't know how to make...got into a contest. With body shots. Off of--was it Twink? Or maybe Long Dong Phong? No, he helped me into the cab. Ummm...the Correllian Cock Rocket? Or was that a drink...?"