"It's okay, it's going-" Marcie leaned her forehead against the table for a moment, and then sat up straight again, rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She laughed wryly. "The moral of the story is, do shots instead. Ugh. Fuck, what a morning." She signaled the bartender for two tequila shots, which didn't take long because the bar wasn't super busy around lunch time. If Patroclus didn't want his, she'd have it.