Ticket bought, Cindy slips into the bar and right up to the tender, looking to get tipsy as hard and as fast as possible. Usually, she would sip slowly at something easy and spend her time people watching, but with her letter sent home, she's under the impression that it's only a matter of time before Bigby comes and gets her. And yell at her too, but yelling is so much better than having to stay in Baedal any longer than necessary.

One vodka shot later, she's nursing a Screwdriver, bobbing her head to the bassline of whatever song they're playing.