not call attention to her, so that she can just be herself for once. This doesn't help much when she decides to sit right next to you as if you were no stranger to her. Of course, that doesn't mean she'll talk to you. You peek out from the newspaper you're reading to look at her black-painted toenails, which she wiggles as she sits on the sofa next to you. You can tell she's been partying because of the alcohol scent...well, that and she was drinking a bottle right then and there. After a while, she gets up and removes the newspaper from your hands. "Hey!" you shout, about to get it back, until she sits on you and says, "Hey you..."