No, she didn't have a great tolerance for alcohol. Yes, it was ironic considering where she worked. And it was very unusual for her to fail heed to advice of experience; the Orcish Whiskey buzzing in her head would make her regret that, she was sure. Laura shook her head to try shake loose the burn at the back of her throat. Work. There was still work to do.<br/><br/>She took her tray back out into the roiling mass of customers, ignoring the steely eyed blonde warrior who sat at the main bar and approaching the strange feline woman who sat one stool further down.<br/><br/>"How-" She cleared her throat. That still came out a little husky. "Sorry, how can I help you, miss?"