[attr="class","mouths1"]One shot of tequila. One shot of vodka.
A subtle memoriam.

Azure voids lingered upon the glass of the latter throughout the time that the two of them stood before her; fingers subtly, yet tentatively sliding the two, vaguely scratched, and clearly engraved tags that hung around her neck upon a singular, flawless, stainless steel chain within their grasps. The same elbow of the respective hand had been leaned upon the top of the bar counter throughout that time, and her chin rested gently atop her knuckles all the while; a gentle, solemn flicker dancing within her eyes prior to shutting them softly as a means of ridding herself of whatever thoughts that were crossing her mind at the time. Her fingers tightened around the tags vaguely, and for little more than a moment or two before releasing them altogether; allowing them to fall with a quiet click against one another before unraveling her form a tad more. With a hand outstretched, she took care to press the tips of her fingers around the glass of tequila with just enough pressure to ensure it remained within her grasp as she lifted it; balancing the rim upon her lips for only a second before tilting her head back to knock the liquid back. A gentle, barely audible hiss escaped through faintly parted lips; the vaguely burning sensation registering within her mind rather swiftly, and prompting her to click her tongue quietly as she set the then-emptied glass down.

She stared into the empty void it contained. Her gaze was one of thoughtfulness, and her gaze was one of wistfulness; undoubtedly as a result of some memory less than favorable, though the particular details of it would remain a mystery, nevertheless. Inhaling deeply, yet softly all the same, she closed her eyes once more as a means to gather what little composure that she had allowed herself to release prior to eyeing the neighboring glass; reaching over to take within a similar hold as she had done with the other, and knocking it back with much less hesitation and prior brooding. Much like the other drink, she set the glass down with that same, tentative look within her eyes. The gaze lingered. Idly. Absentmindedly.

After a small while, she shook her head gently while leaning further back into the rest of her stool; resting her left arm against her stomach, and gently rubbing the fingers of her right hand upon the bridge of her nose as she crossed her legs.