suddenly there is a riotous cacophony as TerriM, Liz the Squeak and Micca come hurtling through the door rowing about who picked up the tab in the last place. They come to an abrupt halt when they catch sight of the decor and make an embarressed attempt to straighten clothing, shine toes of shoes on back of legs, slick down hair etc. Terri can be heard whispering a reminder not to pinch the silverware or scratch themselves with the salad forks which the other two promptly ignore. They order three beers with a drop of the good stuff to chase them down with.... Madame serves them with a nervous tic twitching at the corner of her eye.... she remembers the great crockery incident from the last time they were in. Jen invites them to do something .... No, NOT THAT MICCA! To distract him Terri leaps to her feet and sings all 107 verses of Eskimo Nell at which point, Madame has to retire to her boudoir with a cologne drenched hankie and an aspirin.... Gee, was it something I said?