This is a Woman well past her prime of being a Puma or even a Cougar. They lurk just before dusk in huge groups drinking Cosmopolitan after Cosmopolitan. They are looking for any form of action and are no stranger to the chase. They typically wear
gray and white fur coats, have way to much
gold jewelry, and wear more make up than Bozo the clown. If one of them approaches you quickly point her in the direction of the nearest early
bird dinner and
run for your life. These are the worst of
bar patrons as they have nothing to lose and have heard it all.