"Brain parasites? If you ask me half the population of Hollywood has something weird up their brain. But you're on."
Casey watched her down another vodka.
"Damn look at those drinks go down, you'd think she'd be in a hurry to get out of here. Either that or she has a liver of steel." Casey mused.
He took another sip from his bourbon, he took his time. "Rushing good alcohol is a waste greater than anything. There's sober little children in Afrika you know?"

The same waiter walked past and Casey quickly halted him with a tug on his apron. He threw a friendly smile the waiters way. "At this rate we are going to need a lot booze, in many small glasses. Bring me a Highlander taste pallet could you?"

"I got to get her in the show at the same time as a big tough guy. My audience would love watching a hot little doll like that drink a lumberjack under the table."