his icons always make me LOL a little :-p]
She sighed heavinly whne he held his hands up and then frowned "Im sorry..." she said whole heartedly, reaching over and giving his hand a light squeeze to try to apologize for it. "Its just...been a rough few weeks" she told him with a frown, as he got up. Of course he had probably guessed that much already.
She trusted that he wasn't going to do anything with her drink. Jeffery was handsome enough to get anyone in the bar if he wanted, at least Gracie thought so, he didn't need to drug her to get some. She offered him a small smile before she headed into the bathroom.
Once inside she locked the door, wanting the bathroom to herself before she splashed cold water on her face and looked at the mirror "You are not going to cry right now" she said in the mirror. Tonight wasnt supposed to be about crying, it was supposed to be about getting out and forgetting. Or at least pretending to forget, since there was no way she could forget when the grief was so raw. There were things to do. Like...planning a funeral for a man she didn't know and who had already been dead and in a place where if people visited they could never leave. She pinched herself then, not wanting to deal with those thoughts. She wiped her face off and took a deep breath before she headed back to the bar.
She was half surprised to find Jeffery still there, keeping a look out for her drink. She slipped back onto the barstool next to him and sighed "Thanks.." she told him softly and took a sip of her drink before looking over at him "Would you mind... keeping me company for a little while?" she asked him and bit her lip. That was the point of going out. "I mean not if you're here with some friends or something... but if you came alone, maybe?" she suggested. She just didn't want to be alone. "I'll even order some food to share..." she said after thinking. Greasy pub food. Not exactly what she usually ate but it sounded really really good right now. Something hot, full of fat, fried in oil. It sounded perfect.