Boring.
Everything was utterly boring.
So boring that dinner did not even feel like a priority. She just wanted something thing fun to happen, she even thought about taking off her shirt to get a fight or something started, now that would be fun. Phoebe knew she was pretty but to see something out of anger and spite happening made her happy as well. Maybe a peek at it wouldn't hurt, she brushed her hair over her shoulder and flirted a bit with two at the same time. She did not even have to take her shirt off because as she finished her drink, someone or should she say two: bought her a drink, the waitress came with two at the same time, two different ones a martini and a red wine. Exquisite taste perhaps, she giggled to herself with the thought of that and looked at them both with a wink. To which both men noticed they sat close together and the first hit the seconds square on his jaw. Nice to keep in mind she could keep her clothing on and yet enjoy the view of a fight.
She took up the martini as to cheer on these guys for their fight. She sat far enough to not be in trouble or in the line of the fight and apparently they did not blame her for her looks or anything else. Phoebe giggled softly and hummed to herself as she was wondering what more to think about it all as they broke a chair and fell on another table now closer to her. Oh boy, who knows maybe she had to get up and move out.