"Got something single malt?" She asked and grinned. She'd learned to drink alcohol by sneaking into her grandfather's cabinet and all he ever stocked was single malt whiskey. Even if she sure didn't prefer the drink to other tastier ones, she found it comforting in a way. A reminder of who she was, a down-to-earth if you will...<br/><br/>She walked over to the bar, swinging a little to the music, and leaned onto it. "I'm sure he's fine, Grace." She reached across the bar and touched her friend's hand gently. "And, just so you know... Nothing happened between us." She felt a little better saying it, assuming Bobby and Grace had wondered the same thing she had about them. After all, her and Jim were the ones who left the house together.