Finishing up her talk with Achillie, still wondering in her head how a man could be as.. stubborn as he was, yet that he was. As he leaves the bar, she slouches over the bar with a quiet groan, glancing up at the barkeeper and mumbles just loud enough for him to hear her. "After that, I need another please.." Watching delightfully as another glass is filled up and slid across the bar over to her. Knowing full well that she cannot hold it down too well, although after that, she is alright with that.
Taking her first sip, she says without looking up. "Well Mark, don't just sit a few seats away gawking. Comehere. What on earth are you doing here. I believe you left with the words that I wouldn't be seeing you again, as well as a few various curse words."
