The Kelvic had stopped at the Blue Bull, her fingers in her hair, palms pressed against either side of her face, her elbows on the counter. Her eyes were closed, and she felt the slight edge of stress. She had been searching for a job and she hadn't any feedback. She looked up at the bartending woman, Ann, a Drykas. She was sure that the woman had given her a few questioning looks. People who'd come in for a snack or few drinks, had immediately taken to Ann and were striking up conversations. Souris, on the other hand, just didn't feel like squeaking. She sighed, rubbing her face, and then looked back at Ann.
"I'll have a glass of wine," Souris told her. Or maybe a bottle, she thought quietly to herself. She watched the Drykas pour her drink, and then grabbed it almost hastily. She tried to keep herself from feeling like she needed the drink. She'd never had one before, but she heard that it can seemingly wipe away any bad feeling. And with the slightest sip, she wondered why anyone didn't think that it gave a bad feeling with it's aftertaste. She stuck out her tongue, but, she paused before going on to take another sip.
She had looked around, people watching. Her small, yet sharp nails caressed the wine glass.