Meg moved her hand to pick up her glass and brushed her knuckles against his as she did. She smirked slightly, putting the glass to her mouth, but not taking a drink.
She watched him toy with his glass in the mirror, he wasn't nearly as inscrutable as he probably should be.
"I didn't mean in the bar in particular, Clarence," she said, taking a drink now. "I meant in the city in general.."
Although, she supposed drinking yourself into a stupor was one way to cope. She'd managed to not try it too often.