Laurel Lance knows it it's all her fault (allmyfault) wrote in peaklogs,
Laurel had walked in, pulling the jacket she came in with tighter around her. This place wasn't the best, but she had been in worse over the years as well. She moved the bar, looking at the bottles behind it, trying to decided what she wanted to drink. Not that she was in the mood to drink, her nerves where shot from appearing here and she just needed something to settle them down. "Lady," the guy addressed her, "what cha want."
Still looking, Laurel smiled, "give me a few, not too sure, please."