Sean returned to the bar after giving a report about what he had seen of the fight. He had noticed Molly had adopted the feisty woman in the wheelchair and was dancing with all the freedom of youth and carelessness of innocence. He shook his head at it all.
He gestured to the three pops put aside at the end of the bar, the ones the girls had ordered and he set a ten down for them and ordered another coke for himself. The bar wasn't going to get rich of of them tonight.
He noticed the rather beautiful woman scribbling down notes on a pad. She was dressed as a party goer, but wasn't acting like one.
"Doing that kind of work during a party takes a special kind of discipline." He gave her a rueful smile.
He certainly couldn't keep his thoughts ordered enough to take notes in the middle of the music and chaos.