"Oh—wow...thank you," Amelia replied, grabbing the note and quickly deciding that she might as well have a drink. When someone was being [i]that[/i] generous, it was best to just take their offer. The young woman then quietly excused herself from the table so that the two men could resume their chat in peace. She took her time walking to the bar, noticing more than a couple of pairs of eyes following her as she made her way across the floor. But Amelia ignored them all, pretending that she was having a hard time deciding what drink she would get, although in reality she already knew as she almost always ordered the same thing.

Amelia approached the bartender, leaning forward to rest her arms on the bar top so he could hear her over the various noises on the floor. "May I have a whiskey sour, please?" she said, placing the note in front of him.

The man looked at her for a brief moment before taking the money. "Coming right up," he replied with little to no emotion.

As she waited, Amelia turned her attention to the TV, not so much for what little entertainment it provided, but to appear somewhat busy so she'd be left alone. About two minutes passed before the bartender brought her her drink alongside with the change. 

"Thank you."

Amelia grabbed the glass in one hand and the change in the other. She walked back to the table and once more, noticed a few eyes on her. The whole experience made her feel uneasy, but she shook it off and figured she was just tired. After all, she wasn't back home, and hadn't been for some time now.

"Here, thanks." Amelia placed the change in front of Owl and walked around to take her seat, simultaneously taking a sip of her drink and nodding in approval. 

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[@Fyre Unholy] yep, enjoying the hell out of this RP as well. Now I'm expecting us to get poisoned or something.
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