You were at the bar, alone..trying to get your mind off work so you decided what's better to drink till your heart's content and wake up with a head splitting headache. Cyrene had noticed you from afar, a small grin creeping up on her face as she approached the bar, taking a seat next to you. She turned her head towards the bartender before speaking up "One tequila please?" She requested, glancing at you for a split second.