Re: 11:00 - Brunch
A twinge of regret pulled behind Farrah's chest there. The poor girl near her was clearly embarrassed and had had a rough night, and while she was a queen - and queens pushed boundaries - that didn't mean there weren't lines to follow sometimes. Farrah reached over to the next table and gently patted Rory's hand with sympathy. "No judgement here, girl," she replied, straightening herself back up.
"You want to come sit over here?" she offered, gesturing to the empty place before her in her booth, which offered a little more privacy. "I kind of feel like I'm yelling at you across the room a little bit."