The pub was so quiet that even a single scream would have echoed through the entire place.
Flinn sat alone at the bar, nursing his drink without doing anything, devastated. He wasn't even talking to anyone. People came and went, but no one stayed near him for long.
Angelica exhaled through her nose, irritated by his lack of involvement in anything. She could do the same, but it would be the same result as many who came and went.
She needed something else.
And it arrived when Flinn slid off the stool and headed into the passageway leading to the bathroom.
Angelica stood immediately. Her heels, hidden under her pants, clanged against the floor until she stopped.
Turning back, she veered toward the nearest bartender.
"I need a drink; anything will do."
The bartender took one look at her dirt-stained skin, oversized clothes and raised an eyebrow. "Is water good?"
"I said drink."
Glaring, she slammed a bill onto the counter.
