Wizengamot hearings were going to be the death of Susan, or at the very least the catalyst that would push her over the edge of alcoholism. Her heels clicking, she marched up to the bar with a single minded intensity and ordered two firewhiskeys. Ignoring the speculative looks her outfit earned her, she downed one of the glasses in a single gulp, and smacked it down on the bar. "Thanks," she said, laying down a tip, before taking the second glass and looking around the bar.
"Hannah," she called questioningly as she spotted her friend standing with someone vaguely familiar. "Hi," she said, walking over and kissing her friend on the cheeks before turning to the other woman. "I'm sorry, I feel I should know who you are but I've had a horrid day at the Wizengamot, so please forgive me for forgetting."