Long hard days in court, in a suit and heels, were not Icene's favourites. Add that Adam was working late, and had asked her to pop into the Lamb to see if they could do the bar for the barbecue, and having her hair pinned up was annoying her, and it was a somewhat tightly controlled Icene who entered the bar and headed straight to the nearest bar stool, settling herself on it with a small smile for the bar staff, "White wine and soda please, no ice."
She'd left her briefcase at the Manor security desk, and only had a small purse with her, but luckily that had just enough room for her diary and a pen, some cash and a few other essentials. She hung it over her shoulder and tucked the purse into her lap while she waited for her drink. Hopefully Adam wouldn't be too long, but in the meantime....