After another day of reacquainting herself with her shop and yet more reassurances that everything was fine - which was lie, her office was a mess - Stacey had made her way next door to Finnigan's. Her extended absence had also included a lack of good drinks, and was practically dancing with her excitement, a definite spring her step as she made her way to the bar.
Leaning against it as she ordered a Guinness with a grin, Stacey didn't bother holding back a happy sigh as she took her first sip, and said, mostly to herself, "Oh thank fucking god, that is the best beer I may have ever had."