Dakota & Evie, after 9pm
Unable to help but mimic the woman, Evie finished off her drink and set the now empty glass on the counter top, motioning for another. Four white russians wouldn't kill her, but it'd up her game from buzzed to drunk pretty quick.
She couldn't help but shrug at the woman telling Evie was she already knew ─ the look on her face hadn't changed since she had gotten there. "Yeah, but if they called it that, then they'd have to admit to people having died." She said it in a low tone, eyes glancing towards the bar tender as their drinks were set down for them.