Chris heard a familiar voice from a couple of seats down the bar. "Dora?" He asked, leaning around the two gentlemen that separated them. She looked good, but she also looked... Wrecked. Well, maybe not wrecked, but certainly on her way to it.
Chris stood with his drink and moved down, asking the two wizards to move down a seat so he could sit next to her. "What's got you drinking Firewhiskey alone on a Saturday night? And from the looks of it, a lot of Firewhiskey?" He gave her an arched eyebrow and sarcastic smile.