Chase sat at the bar dressed a touch nicer than normal, in black heels, maroon cocktail dress, and her beige thigh length trench coat. Her bright blond A bob framing her face as she started at her drinks with her head on her hands and her hands flat on the counter. She'd been staring at them for nearly an hour. One filled with a cherry red liquid, the other a bright blue. But it wasn't the vodka or the two drops of food coloring in each short glass that had her staring so intently, it was the molecules she watched sliding against each other like the colored goo in a lava lamp. It was her little drinking game.<br/><br/>She would order whatever she had been in the mood for, tonight vodka, and ask the bartender to add two drops of food coloring in for the hell of it. Then she would time herself on how quickly she could separate the three substances. Her best time for one shot had been 45 minutes. She had another 15 before she'd have to down these two, followed by the boilermaker that was sitting just to her right. She really wasn't in the mood for so much liquid stupidity, having been a light weight all her life. But it was rare that she couldn't meet her dead line.<br/><br/>So she sat ignoring the eyes watching her and focused on separating the substances.