[closed action] [ The night has aged like a fine wine, and it's ass o'clock in the dome. Roxy's been drinking the whole evening through, and is understandably pretty fucking drunk. She's still coherent and can talk and think straight, but walking is another thing entirely. Oop.
The music is low and the bar has pretty much emptied out. She figures it might be close to a normal closing time. Either way, it's just her and Tyki in the Devil's Compass at the moment. ]
Pour me another, buckaroo. We're going.... goin' hard. Damn. Oh, by the way. Speaking of hard...
[ She'll then lean in on the bar's countertop and grin wicked at Tyki, waggling her eyebrows. She lets that speak for itself. ]