'One glass per person' said the garçon, I already had more then one and Didn't really care all too much about it. But Dayna **** that rule and Tossed it swiftly out the hotel window.
She started to take glass by bubbly glass, When the server had his back turned, There she was, a silent assassin Gulping in clandestine mouthfuls Of twos and ones, rarely threes.
Then and only then, when that failed, Dayna flicked the switch on her Light-bulb of charm and it shone, Right into the servers eyes, it shone, Just enough for a few more glasses.