Kate leaned in close. “That one? The one in the middle?”

“Yeah that’s her. She’s Hawaiian.” I said.

“She’s trouble. In fact she’s so much trouble, I’d call her a Jenny.” Kate said matter-of-factly.

I barked a laugh. “Really?”

“Yeah. See how people are dancing around her rather than with her. I can tell that she’s a user. That’s what Jennys do. They take and they take, sucking you dry and moving on to the next sucker.”

“I don’t see how that’s too different than any other woman I’ve met.”

Kate glared at me and I quickly added, “Present company excepted of course.”

“Mm-hmm. You never take my advice but I’ll tell you again, stay away from that chick- for your own good.” She tapped her fingers on the side of the empty glass in front of her before standing up. “I’m going for a refill, you want anything?”

I gestured to my barely touched rum and coke. She shrugged and flounced toward the bar.

Raising my glass in a mocking self-toast, I murmured. “When it comes to women, I don’t do anything for my own good.”