Steady The Nerves

[Quinn Locksley]

Quinn stormed into The Three Broomsticks and headed straight for the bar. She sat near the far wall and huffed a sigh. In her fury, entering the Three Broomsticks had called everyone's attention to herself and they were all staring. She spun around, shooting everyone a dark glare and they returned to their own business. Turning back to the bar, she growled under her breath in frustration, thinking that they didn't understand, nobody does! She needed something to calm her nerves.

She leaned her torso onto the bar and waved the bar tender over unenthusiastically. Quinn sighed, running a hand through her hair, then said in frustration at her indecisiveness, "just give me a stout firewhiskey on the rocks." She sighed heavily once again, and quickly added, "please." She watched the others at the bar while waiting for her drink.

[faithhearty]

Faith smiled kindly at he lady and nodded "O' course" she said. She pulled out the bottle and poured it into a cup. "You okay lassie?" she asked, her strong Scottish accentr shining through.

[Quinn Locksley]

Quinn looked at the bar tender, defiance burning in her eyes. Of course I'm not alright! she shouted in her head. She leaned her elbows on the counter and held her hand to steady her shaking. Who does this witch think she is, asking me a question like that! She looked the girl up and down from beneath a dark curtain of hair.

She had to say something, preferably something that wouldn't arouse any suspicion. Sighing and closing her eyes, Quinn said slowly, 'it's just been one of those day, you know the type I'm talking 'bout.' She looked fixatedly at the glass the witch was filling. When it was full, Quinn quickly grabbed it and gulped it all down in a few seconds. Clapping the glass down, Quinn looked to the bar tender and said gruffly, 'another please!'