I grunt angrily as I get funny looks from the bartender.
I look at the amount of bills in my hand and decide that the guy had to be good for something, so I approach the bartender and hand him the money.
"Give me another Martini and napkins, please."
He looks dumbfounded.
"Miss..." he looks at the bills in his hand. "With this money you can buy up to five Martini."
"Keep the change."
The boy smiles broadly at me and does as I asked.
I try to wipe myself as much as I can with the napkins, but I'm still noticeably wet.
I drink my Martini quickly and leave the nightclub.
I just want to get home, take a bath and forget about this guy who is crazier than a goat under the effects of a drug.
How infuriating he is!
But then, voices catch my attention and I stop my walk.
"I am your fat
