The laugh that escaped Lisa's mouth still half-wrapped around the side rim of her glass, was obviously genuine. This is what she'd been needing- plus alcohol, of course. Some time away from her personal demons, however irrational and adolescent they initially seemed, how deep these feelings went had the potential to be damaging in the long run.
So here was to Girl's Night Out. In Marrowood.
"Let me get at least two'a these under my belt before I make an attempt," she mused, then took down another two small swallows of her drink, glancing around at their surroundings.