"Ouch," Hannah said, tilting her head to the side and examining his hand. "What hacked you off so badly?"
She'd much rather talk about whatever had upset Michael than what was going on in her life. She took her drink from the barkeep gratefully and knocked back a good amount of it. Normally she was a white wine kind of girl, but on nights like these she loved the burn of firewhiskey.
"Susan, Wayne, a few others," she said, waving her free hand. "Astoria Greengrass, of all people."