The last of her drink was downed and Isobel rose up on her stool slightly to signal for another from the bartender. Pushing the empty glass away, Isobel let out a sigh. "But avoidin' it? That's the real problem. One day, you're just enjoyin' yourself and goin' along without a care in the world. The next day, you're visitin' a m-" Pause. Frown. "Well."
Her lips twisted and she looked around. "Ugh. Why isn't he back with another drink already?" Yes yes. Must change the subject.