Now this is what I call desperation. The man was silent. He looked at Grainne carefully. He seemed more sober than the rest. The woman raised her glass and shouted Come on - drinks all round.
Somebody take the kid home.
She leaned towards Grainne and whispered Next time your father needs a handout tell him to send someone a little bit bigger. The woman ran her hand appraisingly over her figure and there was a murmur of laughter and approval from the group at the door. Suddenly, Grainne s tiny feet lashed out and connected solidly with the woman s skin and she yelped and staggered backwards. Another kick sent her crashing to the floor. A whiskey bottle on the table toppled over and the contents splashed down onto her.