"A double shot of tequila and a Budweiser," Cordelia stated in a no-nonsense tone, palm smacking lightly upon the counter top as she slid into the nearest stool. Her legs crossed, skirt sliding apart at the split in the seam just enough to reveal a glimpse of a well toned, perfectly tanned thigh.
Glancing to her right, taking in her surroundings, her hazel eyes landed on the man nearest, separated by one stool. She offered a smile, not flirtatious just a simple acknowledgment of another entity, before handing her card over to the bartender. "I'm running a tab," she stated, not bothering to ask, and the man blinked before nodding.
The shot was taken quickly, her face grimacing at the taste as it slid down her throat. It burned a trail that she chased with cold beer. Bitter, yet soothing in the wake of the tequila. With a nod at the bartender, she ordered another shot. She had things on her mind, issues she was trying to work through, and she was going to do it while drinking her melancholy away.
It was going to be a long night. And with that thought, Cordelia knocked back the second shot and went to work on her beer.