Bronwyn found herself in a bar called Bourbon Street Blues Company. It was packed, but she managed to find a stool at the bar.<br/>"What'll ya have?" the bartender said while he mixed a drink for someone else.<br/>"Jameson." Bronwyn replied.<br/>"As a shot, on the rocks...?" He threw down some cocktail napkins and set the drinks on them in front of his respective customers.<br/>"Jus' fill up a glass, laddie." Bronwyn handed him five twenties. "I'll be here a while yet."<br/>"You got it." A few seconds later a rocks glass full of Jameson appeared in front of Bronwyn. She picked it up and caught a glimpse of the angry desk clerk from the inn further down the bar. The woman met Bronwyn's eyes for a moment, and Bronwyn raised her glass and cocked an eyebrow sarcastically, giving her a wry toast before draining the glass halfway.