"It's okay..." she smiles softly. "I got you. take it easy." she takes a sip of her whiskey and tries to not to grimace at the taste..

She doesn't like whiskey. In fact, she hates whiskey.

But when you invited her to a nice little pub in jackson, she thought that maybe that was her chance to make herself look cool to you. So here she is. drinking rat poison. "I think you've had enough for the night, no?" she mumbled raspily, awkward around you as always -- gazing at you like a lovesick puppy.