EYES KEEP STEADY AS THEY FOCUS ON THE GLASS IN FRONT OF HER. it seems her week was spent drinking, wallowing in whatever self pity there was lying inside of her. this week’s meal had not been something of a delight, what with bringing out her darkest fears and leaving her to wallow in the depression she never figured existed within. raising a finger, she speaks softly. ❝ another, please? ❞
❝ this one’s on the house. ❞ a glass of liquor placed before the woman as a smile was offered in an attempt to provide some sympathy for her plight. it was not by desire but by expectation that his question followed, certain that his interest in her sadness might encroach upon strange. what bartender made a point of being overly friendly with patrons?
❝ you can tell me if i’m being rude but, what’s on your mind? scouts honor that i’ll provide my totally impartial opinion for whatever has you so down. ❞