She sat in the chair beside my desk as she asked about some description she wasn't happy with; what she had, I couldn't fix so I just sat quiet.
"Who's Lenny?" she asked.
"What?"
"Who's Lenny?" she repeated and pointed to the table tent
"Oh, that's Jenny. It's a bartender I know. She was having a birthday and one of her friends was giving her a hard time about it."
"They must have be all over the bar."
"Yeah, and in the Ladies' room and on the stairs. I hear they were everywhere."
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