"Shut the f—k up, bitch" Alexa screeched. Her voice was high and shrill, you could practically see people shudder as she screamed loudly. Everyone in the small, upscale restaurant looked over at her and this only fueled her intensity. "What the f—k are you f—ing idiots looking at?" she roared. People in the restaurant, elegant, upscale couples from the East Side of NY shuddered. Alexa was overdressed in a gold lame miniskirt, and a sheer, black camisole. She demanded another dirty martini from the waiter, pulled out her cigarette case and lit up.