Robin paid for a round of drinks with the Marrowood currency she'd earned, a little irritated that she'd been here long enough to actually have a job in this forsaken place. But the least she could do was treat her friends out for a round, considering how close they would eventually become.
"You might want to keep your voice down, Lil. They might actually be zombies, it's hard to say sometimes here." Robin took a long drink of her whiskey and coke, relishing the feeling of the alcohol already beginning to affect her. God, how long had she gone without a drink in this village? Robin was totally deprived of the good life.
"At least there's no eyeball garnishes. Yet." Robin glanced around the club once more, finding its outdated decor almost comical. "That's why I didn't order a martini."