Marcie paused. She probably shouldn't. Mr Haveland probably wanted the message sent and that was it. But... she had to admit to herself that she was curious about other immortals, and this Gisborne seemed like a bit of a shit but also a little interesting, and it didn't hurt to know people. She glanced around the bar at the other patrons, all of them dressed in designer clothes and perfectly fashionable, and then back at Gisborne in his police uniform and definitely un-trendy haircut.
Perhaps she could manage one drink.
She sniffed and lifted herself onto the bar stool next to him, not making eye contact. "I'll have a cosmopolitan," she said, placing her bag on her lap and leaning one elbow on the bar.