Wynter knocked back a shot, the sting of the alcohol was a pleasant and familiar burn in the back of her throat. She lifted a finger, signing the bartender for another. The brown eyed man raised a brow at her, sliding over another glass. "Haven't you had enough there, Miss?" He asked, his lips tilted down in concern.
She squinted at him through hazy eyes, taking the fresh glass, she tossed that one back too. "I assure you, I am more than capable of holding my ale." She sat the glass back down with a clank, tossing a few sols on the bar as she should.
Wynter stumbled backwards with a giggle, bumping into the man that had been passing behind her. "Oops." She giggled, leaning into him heavily until he shoved her off with a curse.
