Summer slouched over the bar, turning her cup in one hand. It was mostly empty (the cup, not the bar), and looked like it hadn’t been refilled in some time. She lifted a hand to ward off the bartender who came over to offer a refill, in fact, and blew out a breath.
Given the effect it had on her abilities, drinking wasn’t much of a solace. But she wanted, very badly, to be so drunk she couldn’t stand, if it would stop her thinking. If it would stop the way her mind spun and twisted every time she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She hadn’t rested, slept, in two days, and the strain told in the way her shoulders hunched up around her ears when someone else took the seat beside her.
“Hey.”
Sydney walked into the bar, not an unusual occurrence, to get a drink and then a drink, again not unusual. Drinking wasn’t something that had an effect on her, with her vampiric ability and continuing alcoholism it would take almost the whole top shelf to get her on her ass, but she liked it.
Sitting at the bar, she noticed an almost pixie of a red head with long hair by her side. “Hello,” she replied, setting her clutch down. “I’ll take a Martini. Filthy.”
Summer shifted a little sideways on her stool, to get her elbows out of the newcomer’s way. She had already drunk too much to have much in the way of shields, and there was a distinct edge to the blonde woman’s mind that she couldn’t identify. Impulsively, she signalled to the bartender that she would pay for the other woman’s drink.