Even in the bar's dark, smoky interior and across a bar that seemed very unnecessarily wide in her currently drunken state, she knew her ex. She leaned onto the bar, away from the man who was insistent that her hair would make a fantastic blanket, and closer to the poor fool whose bed she'd once shared.
"William," she said, with amazing steadiness given the fact that remaining on the barstool was a challenge that was only accomplished with the assistance of her fellow bar patron's hand at the small of her back. "I would like a bourbon." Not a whiskey, which had been her drink of choice when William left her. Daniel deserved a new alcoholic beverage. Bourbon. William being the one giving her the drink was, she felt, serendipitous, and she told him so. "Serendipppitous." Yes.