Her glass was empty. While she knew the smarter choice to make would be to pay her tab and go back to the miserable hovel alone, she wasn't numb enough yet. Alcohol wasn't as effective as her potions. She needed to drink a great deal of it to get even a little bit close to the same effect. Before she could make up her mind what to do next, a full bottle of fire whiskey was placed on the table in front of her by an unseen figure behind her chair.