Earlier in the day, she'd pretty much invited the entire cohort to come drink with her. Rachel figures she'd best be prepared.
She arrives not long after the party starts so she can commandeer a prime spot, a stool down at one end of the bar. This is a proper party, her first since she arrived; she's covered the purple remnants of her quest-earned black eye with makeup, as best she can (it's still there, just not OH WOW OBVIOUS) and she's even forsaken her standard jeans and t-shirt for a little black dress.
The place is filling up fast. She keeps an idle eye on the growing crowd, waiting for any familiar faces, as she gets a shot of Jack down her and waits for a beer.
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She arrives not long after the party starts so she can commandeer a prime spot, a stool down at one end of the bar. This is a proper party, her first since she arrived; she's covered the purple remnants of her quest-earned black eye with makeup, as best she can (it's still there, just not OH WOW OBVIOUS) and she's even forsaken her standard jeans and t-shirt for a little black dress.
The place is filling up fast. She keeps an idle eye on the growing crowd, waiting for any familiar faces, as she gets a shot of Jack down her and waits for a beer.