The saloon was crowded and rowdy this time of day, stinking of cheap beer and men. Usually, Tsunade wouldn't frequent those types of establishments but she was particularly upset today.

She strolled in with large strides, sliding into one of the many creaky bar stools, slamming a crumbled fist of money on the counter and startling the barkeep. "Vodka, whatever's cheapest." Tsunade requests roughly, rubbing her head. It felt like day was one thing after another, from her patients to her family.