Drug laced chocolates? She blinked, recalling the box that had been sitting in her office full of chocolates. She'd intended to start on them before Kent came barrelling in... and she'd had maybe one or two after that whole debacle...
Had that had something to do with how badly her own drunken night had hit her?? Ugh. Wouldn't that just fucking figure?
"I've learned fun things like that happen around here a lot," the Texan stated, the twang in her voice definitely thicker than it usually was due to the cottonmouth and headache. "That should make it better, though. I'm Rory." She might as well introduce herself. It would either end up going horribly wrong or okay. So far, only one introduction to someone new had gone well... Rory couldn't help but snort as she remembered who that one was.
Clearing her throat, she took the proferred glass of water from the waitress and thanked her, downing a good bit of it on the first go. It did nothing to alleviate her headache, but damn if her mouth and throat didn't feel a whole lot less dry. Now that at least some of her problem of the morning was dealt with, she reached over and scratched the pup that was eyeing her behind the ears.