Hall of Infinite Doors

"I'm incredibly impressed with you French," you say, trying to make small talk.

Your eyes scan the menu. Everything is so expensive. Nikky takes another sip of the chianti. At ten dollars a glass, that must be good.

Nikky closes the menu and leans forward. As she does, her left strap falls from her shoulder, deepening her already deep, tanned cleavage.

"I used to live in Tahiti," she explains.

"Tahiti?"

"Yes. I mean, when I was eleven, my parents divorced. My dad is such a jerk. He slept around on my mom. So my mother took him for a bunch of his money and moved to Tahiti, which is part of France. She wanted to get us as far away from him as possible."

"Tahiti? Your father was rich?"

"Oh yes," she laughs. "He invented this device that makes it easy to dig deep into the oceans for oil. There is a lot of royalty money, and my mom lives like a queen with my sister. Mine is all in trust and they give me this stipend every month. Often times I just cash the check and don't know what to do with it." She laughs. The alcohol is clearly starting to affect her.

Just then the waiter interrupts you and takes your order. She orders the most expensive piece of filet minion you have ever seen. You go with the chicken. The waiter glances down her dress as he leaves the table.

She takes another gulp of Chianti. "So, anyway, we lived on Tahiti and I learned French. It's like the one thing I'm good at. I just hate math. That's why I'm a theater major. I think I'll write screenplays."