[center][b][h2][color=green]Veronica Winters[/color][/h2]
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Apparently Veronica's decision to stop by the bar during the morning was less unique than she'd been originally anticipated. Because [b]first[/b], some guy showed up talking about 50 year old Bourbon (That she'd LOVE to try but that's another story.) and mentioning something about a story, piquing her interest despite her attempts at shrugging him off. (And he was also quite good-looking but she wasn't even going to go there at this point.)

And she came back to the present at apparently just the right time as a tumbler of soda was slid her way while bourbon was slid towards... he-who's-name-she-doesn't-know. Veronica traced the rim of the glass, staring down at it with an arched eyebrow as Rowan explained the whole ordeal to her.

[color=green]“Hmm, I'm always up for something hot. Don't mind if I do.”[/color] She drawled, about to bring the glass to her lips...

Until [b]another[/b] attractive woman walked in (Again, why are there so many attractive people this early in the morning?!) for a job interview. She, for a brief moment, found herself wondering if she should write a poem about surrealism in real life or something similar... it'd be interesting, that's for sure. But, she pushed her approaching thoughts on work to the side to focus more on what exactly was happening around her.

Watching everything around her, she couldn't help the interested expression from appearing at the suggestion that the guy... ([b]What[/b] is his name? Rowan said something about it... hmm... something with an... F...? Oh! Fen! She said Fen! It's short for... something.) tell [b]her[/b] his story, as suggested by Rowan.

Not really paying attention to anything else, Veronica turned her body to face Fen. [color=green]“I'd [b]love[/b] a good story.”[/color] She commented calmly to him, a small smirk on her face.