Head throbbing I open my eyes.

"Why am I still in the bar?"

I remember ordering a few non-virgin Hannahs. The table in front of me is covered in cocktail umbrellas. I look down aware that I am wearing an "outfit" made entirely of cocktail umbrellas. It gets worse. I notice the "exercise" pole has several umbrellas stuck to it.

"Oh god, what happened?"

I risk a furtive look around the bar. Among the usual patrons of Rumps' there is another woman wearing an "unconventional" outfit. Hers looks like a Glad trash bag.

Who is that guy shambling towards her?