It was extremely rare for Janet to be in a bar. A lounge, reasonably often. A restaurant, frequently. But a bar, very rare.
But something she wanted -- very much wanted, after being
publicly humiliated -- was here, so she was here. Now, if she could get something else she wanted.
"What do you think," she said as she stepped behind the security professional. "Would it be a mistake to order a pineapple martini here?"