"I don't get it, I really don't..." Rudolph said with a sigh, the smell off peppermint vodka in her breath "All my life, I'm bullied, I'm made fun of, they think I'm weird because of my nose..." Rudolph crosses her legs, counting off everything everyone did to her on her fingers "Then I lead the sleigh through some fog and now everybody loves me! And it's all because of my nose... Oh of course it's my dream to pull that sled across the sky, but I feel like it was just handed to me, y'know?" Rudolph sighs again, speeding her arms on the back of the booth "I'm way more than a nose, I mean..." Suddenly, Rudolph got up, turned and put her knees in the booth, arching her back to emphasize her rear "Look at this, having a fat ass is better than a bight nose, right?" Rudolph asked, resting her elbows on the back of the booth and looking over her shoulder