While observing the rather interesting liquid in the glass infront of her, Liz noticed how left of her, just some barstools away, a man desperately tried not to puke over whatever he ordered from the barkeeper. And when one of the spooks turned up she knew there was something wrong, deciding to listen a bit more careful...
"'Ey, Coffee McMilk over there. No offense, but how about you get a proper drinking attitude. And even if all the adrenaline you unleash while doing your job doesn't keep you awake well enough, I wouldn't order something like this on a place like Sabah. Probably the worst choice you made today"
Liz had turned around a bit, to look at Tal. Then, the still untouched glass full with ale slid across the counter, in his direction.
"Here, have this. Definetly not as bad as what you have there".
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"