Tegwen blinked. The girl who had just walked in flopped down on a barstool less than gracefully.

"Orange soda with a kick, Mitch. A big one." She told him.

Tegwen cringed at her voice, slowly turning in the direction of the new patron. There, just two stools over was the black-clad partner of the rooster with the metallic monstrosity. By her posture and long sigh, Tegwen could tell that the girl wasn't having a good evening herself. Still, that didn't mean she actually wanted to be rubbing elbows with someone so closely associated with her parents' murderer.

Tegwen moved to leave, instead stumbling backwards off her stool. A swift action from Megavolt saved her from slamming her head against the table behind her, but also drew plenty of attention from the patrons at the bar.

Gabriel briefly glanced in the direction of the commotion, managing a chuckle. "And how many have you had?" she asked before recognizing the center of attention. "Oh dear God," she mumbled. "Crazy girl drinks here too? I can't get away from anyone tonight."

Tegwen stumbled to her feet with Megavolt's help. "I haven't had any!" She growled defensively. "Yet, I mean. You just . . ." Flustered, she turned to the smirking bartender. "Get me a daiquiri!"

"What flavor?"

"I don't care. Any. None. As long as it'll put me out of my misery." She shrugged off Megavolt's hands, not really in the mood to be helped or pacified. "Isn't that the point of drinking? 'Drink your worries away?' Just get me something!"

Mitch blinked at her reaction.

"Get her a strawberry. Those are your best." Gabriel chimed in.

"Why should you care what I drink? And what are you doing here in the first place?!" Tegwen hissed.

"Whoa, hold it, chickie. First of all, this is a public establishment," Gabriel snapped back. "Last time I checked. And I was just recommending something. You look like you could use a real good drink." Her expression softened, "And you don't want to drown your sorrows in a banana daiquiri if that's the case. Those are Mitch's worst."

"Hey!" A voice shouted from down the bar.

"You know it's true, Mitch!"

"At this rate I'd like a gun, that's what I'd like." Tegwen finally settled back onto her bar stool.

"Suit yourself." Gabriel pulled her gun from its holster. "Ya got one shot. Just not at me."

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