[center][b][h2][color=green]Veronica Winters
9PM[/color][/h2]
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[@Indy Cooper][/center]

With her only entertainment gone (Distracted and probably lost in thoughts with his entrancing blonde. She didn't need to be a PI to notice that.), Veronica was left alone with her thoughts [b]and[/b] a bottle of 50 year old Bourbon. (Which, to be honest, was a definite win in her case, despite it being half gone.) She eyed said bottle carefully, slightly trembling fingers fingering the base of the bottle. And it was only as she was doing this that she noticed the slight tremble in her hands, something she was definitely familiar with. As well as a wave of tiredness coming over her.

[i]I need a smoke... and to drink... a lot... and work... I need that too...[/i]

Downing the rest of water (Having already finished the soda and excitedly gone on to Rowen about the pleasant spice it gave, deciding on water afterwards.), she carefully placed the glass on the bar counter. Eyes drifting around the room as she stood, making sure to grab the bottle as she did, she called out to the bartender.

[color=green]“Think I'm gonna head out, got work to do. Mind if I take this with me?”[/color] Waving the bottle for emphasis at the end, free hand buried in her pocket. Her voice was light, teasing, not really expecting to be able to.

She's not even gonna mentally comment on the British chick who just walked in. She'd internally ranted enough about the attractive people who seemed to have all come to this bar at roughly the same time, she was done for the day.