[That Unnaturally Shady Table In The Corner Over There]

Look! Just - just look at that table over there, guy! It's unnaturally shady! Yeah, there's something fishy about that table! It's - only a crazy psychopath would sit at a table like that, guy! I wouldn't sit at a table like that for a *burp* a million dollars, guy, because - because it's so shady just look at it!

Okay, maybe, just maybe, it'll be alright if you sit at the table for just a minute, guy. I don't think that -

Oh my god! Nicole is sitting at that table! Run for it! Save yourself!

...

Nicole chillaxes at one of the tables in an unnaturally shady corner of the tavern, and by chillaxes, I mean she's literally chilling with axes. Armed to the teeth with axes of all shapes and sizes, ranging from hatchets to double-bladed hero-beheading war axes, she's a sight to be seen (if you like axes, that is).

Draining an icy bottle of cola in one go, Nicole kicks her feet up, leans back in her chair, and does nothing of any import whatsoever (well I guess the cola might've been imported, but you know what I mean).