It was a "Bad Night," as named by Ebony's insufferable brother. "Bad Night" was the label given to any night that the politician had deemed to be a time when she was prone to doing brash things.
She decided that this decision to camp out in a tavern for the greater portion of an evening was... tame, compared to some of her other escapades. It was none of Rin's damn business, anyways. She wasn't going to drink her way into oblivion because she was bored. Never liked being drunk. Of course, she'd had to do it a few times to keep up an alibi, but there were more dubious
and certainly not legal substances that accelerated her mind, rather than slowing it down. Of course, being part of the law had thrown away any inclination to use again, but, really, Rin had no need to worry about her in that way.
No, she thought, it would be better if he were to worry about the patrons of this unfortunate tavern for having to put up with her.
She was camped out in a prime spot on the bar, nursing a glass of water disguised as a martini, cloaked in her mysterious black coat but sans the navy scarf often draped around her pretty neck. Her sharp eyes rested upon the door, watching and waiting for the first unfortunate victim to waltz in.