Myitt heaves an exasperated sigh.
"It's no use sitting here," she complains to the bottles behind the bar counter. She looks down at the empty glass. "What the hell am I hiding from, anyway? I'm just bad...bad, bad, bad."
She slides off her chair, taking the glass with her, and pauses to hold on to the empty bar stool next to her.
"Where d'you think you're going, love?" Corliss asks, mildly amused.
"Shut up, I can walk," Myitt grumbles, staggering over to where Terenia is standing. Corliss watches from his seat at the bar, frowning.
She pulls up a bar stool and sits down heavily, looking Terenia up and down.
"You're drunk," she says, sounding not so sober, jabbing a finger at Terenia.
<Oh, brother,> Tara sighs, feeling quite lightheaded.
Then Myitt giggles and looks away. "You know why I'm using this body to try and forget about the last few days?" She glances back at Terenia, looking her in the main eyes. "Hmm? Come on, I wanna know. Let's hear your theories."