"Now, Molly, you don't know me from Adam, but do you know a guy named Barry Munz?" Vanity asked.
  Molly didn't even blink. "Is he here? Did he set you up?" Her eyes scanned the bar like twin laser beams, stopping just inches from Barry.
  "No. We met back in-well, I'm not sure exactly when."
  "Oh, now, wait! So, you know Barry, do ya?" Molly glared at Vanity hat to open-toed clogs a few more times in disgust. "I see. Sorry, girlfriend." She left the bar, bumping through the clusters of wide shouldered boys.
  Barry scurried through a side door.