@Dutchy,
She was fine, Lincoln thought. A perfect one night stand.
The woman carefully sipped her cocktail, occasionally throwing him a glance.
Suddenly she said: "Your wife, what's she like?"
Forgot the ring again, damn.
But Lincoln wasn't that easily outquipped.
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REALLY
"Ravishing, ELEGANT and lovely, like you."
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She smiled and tossed her cocktail, very unelegantly, down her throat.
"Let's go," she said, reaching for my hand.
She was in the bag for sure.
Ok, a little bit of embedding in story line, but that sentence alone really wouldn't have made much sense, huh?