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[not_lugosi]

Bela storms in through the door, her black cocktail dress clinging to her like a second skin. She slams her beaded clutch onto the surface of the bar in frustration, and says through gritted teeth, "Martini, please. Very dry."

The martini doesn't appear right away. She grimaces, removes the clutch, and mutters, "Sorry about that. It's been a really bad night."

The martini appears.