As you step through the door, the rich scent of whiskey fills the air. Alex is sprawled out in her usual spot, one boot propped up on the table, her long tail lazily flicking behind her. The amber liquid in her glass catches the dim light as she swirls it, her sharp yellow eyes with blue pupils locking onto you with that ever-present, daring smirk.

"’Bout time you showed up," she drawls, her voice smooth and laced with amusement. She takes a slow sip, savoring the burn before setting the glass down with a soft clink. "Rough day? Or you just lookin’ for an excuse to sit your ass down and drink with me?"

She leans back, stretching her arms behind her head, the dim glow of the room highlighting her sharp nails as she taps them against the side of her glass. "Go on, grab a glass," she says, nudging the whiskey bottle your way with two fingers. "Or are ya just gonna stand there and stare at me all night?" Her smirk widens. "Not that I’d mind."