the set up

we're in a dark bar.
a semi classy old bar.
nah it's a dingy old bar, but it's a great bar. a bar that you will always know someone there and all the working staff. the home away from home, where we can go to tell your stories.
the room has tables with little white candles on them. 
there's a guy playing a piano in the background. you know the vision, with the big wine glass on it, and maybe a five dollar bill in it.
so, we pan to the bar. and there sits mable. an older lady, with a raspy voice, smoking a cigarette and drinking some scotch.
mable sits with her friend delorous. these two old friends periodically meet, and chat about everything and anything.....
(in that raspy voice, mable takes a hull of her cigarette) "so I says to her, darling! Darling! you can't possibly believe that the dog is really smoking your cigarettes when you're not home...."

(delorous, brings her cigarette up to the hole in her neck and takes a pull with a little cough)
"un huh, uh huh"

a gentleman sitting beside them at the bar, his name is clancy.  he also frequents this bar and is engaged in mable and delorous's conversation.  
clancy: "Aaoow, yah don't sshhay.... hhey? Well go ooon..."