She sniffed, wiped at her eyes. Hands fluttered down, dug in her pocket for her credit card and ID, the only things she’d brought with her besides her cell phone. She dropped both cards on the bar, awkwardly sliding down from the stool and having to catch herself on the edge of the bar as the room suddenly tilted.
Eyes closed, the room spun around her and she had to take a moment to make sure she wouldn’t be sick before she opened them again. “Yeah,” she finally managed, “some air sounds good.” She waited for the bartender to cash her out and then turned to follow him wherever he led her, holding onto his arm for balance.