“What’s a delicate, fragile, little thing like you doing in a place like these?” he asked reeking with booze. He had had extremely huge fills of liqueur. His tongue hung like it was beat from those couple of hours drinking. His left hand, holding the liqueur glass, also looked like it wanted to retire. But his droopy eyes are fixed on that petite form of Isabela.

Isabela tried to smile. Her lithe body changed position by shifting her left thigh and leg over her right thigh and leg creating a crossed leg position. She looked around the bar before articulating the words. “What do you think might be the reason?” fixing her eyes on his droopy eyes. She was sick and tired of this whole thing.

“Oh, the hell! What do I know? Perhaps you are one of them,” putting in his tongue as he suddenly realized it was hanging. “Perhaps you are one of these chippies, ” lifting his seemingly heavy arm and hand, trying to point at the girls in the bar. “How much?”

“To tell you the truth, I do not get paid. I just wanted to have little fun. But poor you, you are not even a candidate in that state. Ha ha.”

“So, what are you then? A sex fiend? A loose woman? They are all the same! How can you be different?!? It’s all the same!” He sounded angry though he was not, radically pounding the bar table. Suddenly, as if the booze effect had all gotten unto him, he dropped his head on the surface of the table, never able to lift it up again.

“It’s an experiment. And you wouldn’t even know of it.” Her lips curved with an impish smile.