"I don't think you can handle what I'm having." Of course any woman worth her salt could because Cindy's starting off slow tonight. The drink is fruity, heavy on the juice and light on the booze. All it needs is a little paper umbrella to complete the beginner drinker look.

With a nod to her right, Cindy points out the object she woke up to, placed neatly on her kitchen table. "My date over there. Rumor has it, he's a real dog."