"Jiggy-jiggy? What on earth is that? Are you now black or what?" Alice said indignantly. "Look, are you going to help me out here and get up to that bedroom suite or not?"
"Well while I see what's in this for you, what about me?" Ninsaga queried.
"Hey, is this some kind of elaborate scam or what? Are you tryiing to rip me off?" Alice was tired and irritated and the Babycham wasn't working it's usual magic.
"Sssshhh, for God's sake don't say those words!' Ninsaga looked around wildly at the other side of the bar. Following his gaze Alice saw a man in the corner, balancing a Gray Goose on his ironing board. Just next to him another man was cursing fluently in French, a curl of smoke coming from the cigarette tilting precariously on his lips whilst writing grammatical problems on the blackboard.
"Did you hear that, Doc?" The man at the ironing board asked his companion and turned to peer suspiciously at Alice. Luckily his attention was deflected as a woman with shoulder pads up to her eyebrows joined them and swiped his drink.
"Aw Sue Ellen, I've told you before about nicking my drink...'
Alice looked at her babycham bottle in confusion, maybe this stuff was more potent than she thought. Was it just her or was this cocktail bar becoming more Alice in Wonderland by the second?