Glimmer looks at Spunky. Really stares at her. "You don't remember me do you? You really don't, do you." Glimmer stands up, quicly, and his bar stool slides out and bangs to the floor, shattering the silence again in the room. Stalking over to the juke box Glimmer props both hands against it and stares at the disk selection. He begins to breath heavily, thinking of that night so many years ago that, obviously, Spunky forgot about.
Whirling around Glimmer stares at the suddenly shocked Spunky as she stands there holding the whisky. "Remember your friend? Katie?"