She didn't have no business being in Slater's territory most likely, things being what they were, but then again if he wanted her dead it wouldn't matter whose place she was in. And she was pretty sure he liked her enough that he'd make it quick, so that wasn't such a worry.
So Mary was in his territory and was as a matter of fact, in one of the pubs. It was easier to take a break halfway home anyway. She hated being sick, it always took her forever and a day to be back to normal. She just gotten her cider when a flash of familiar dark hair caught her eye. Mary did a quick double take as she watched Delia Slater knock back a pint that looked half as big as she was. Uh-oh. Mary sighed. Delia had to be upset to have that look on her face and you couldn't just go leaving a friend be when she looked near ready to slice someone's head off. Especially when the friend had Delia's djinni temper.
"Delia?" Mary edged close to the other girl. "You tryin' to drown yourself or someone else?"