Well, since I last checked this 𝘪𝘴 my bar. Where else would I be?

. . . 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. Is she going to have another drink, or would she rather sit there looking like someone shat in her morning coffee all evening?

She can always leave if she doesn’t like it here? Alas, surely Cecilia realises how childish this entire exchange is, no? But, please. Have at it, it’s on the house. Clearly she’s having a shittier day than Lorelei is.

Have it her way then, Lorelei isn’t going to argue. And well, maybe she should do some inner thinking, if that’s the case. Charity? Oh no, no. It was a gift. But again, her choice. She knows where the door is.