Normally Vanessa would've pressed and asked what kind of sales, but something told her, probably just instinct, that she really shouldn't ask or push it any further. She did notice the raised eyebrow at the water and smiled. "I think I have to work at Muldoons tomorrow night, and drinking a glass of water every so often is the only way I won't feel like death." Nights like this were also why she was broke. She tended to start buying every round of shot. Downing the water, Vanessa went back to the bar and ordered another round of drinks, plus their shots (dirty girl scouts this time).