Isabelle debaed, she really did for a long time. But hunger was a strong instrument of motivation, and she hand't eaten anything since work. So, despite the name of the band drawing up her eyebrows, she shuffled into Bar None. She snuffed out her cigarette (you never knew what places were smoke free these days) and threw the bud away, taking the leather coat off, and sliding into one of the bar-stools..

"Hello?" she asked, trying to get the attention of the nearest bartender. She succeeded, and went forward. "Yes, you, thank you. Rum and coke, thanks."

Once her drink was in hand, the red-head turned around to get a good look a the place, and the constituents. The place looked homey, but somehow more modern than most mom-and-pop places. There was a buzz in the electrical lights that worried her slightly, but nothing too bad. She took a drink, wondering just how pathetic she probably looked right now.

[i]I should have at least brought a friend,[/i] she thought with a growl. [i]I look desperate...[/i]