She had eaten, which was good, and she told herself she'd be fine, because Delaney ordered a rum and she certainly couldn't let herself be drunk under the table by a blonde who ran a clothing store of all things, so she ordered another and downed it instantly, ordering two more before the waitress had turned.
"Plus," she responded, sliding her fingers over the smooth surface of the table. "They're well dusty, and let me tell you, mummy dust is near impossible to get out of the carpet."