Lia nodded back, and then led the way to their booth. "I got you a beer," she said, gesturing to the pint of Guinness sitting on his side. A bottle of Jameson whiskey also sat on the table, against the wall, and when Lia sat down, that's what she reached for. She studied George for a moment. "God, you look so much like your brother," she said with a bit of a laugh, pouring herself a shot and tossing it back easily. This would be a little weird, to stare at someone so familiar when he...wasn't. It was like a false deja vu.
Crossing her legs under the table, she filled up a second shot glass and then her own. "I've had a really odd week, I want to apologize for seeming like a lush. I'm really not. Travel is just an obnoxious experience."