Jillian was in a bit of a daze when Candy first came in, sat down, and ordered a pretty rough drink considering the fact that she was only just getting started. She was so far lost in her grief that she didn't realize right at first who she was talking to, it wasn't until she had prepared the scotch and turned around to see her face that her gut just about hit the floor... Well... shit, this was just what Jillian needed, a great ray of sunshine to brighten an already absolutely terrible day. What was she going to try to say to Jillian, she wondered. Was she going to try and bring out some of the redhead's dirty laundry? Was she just going to get boozed up and leave? For rather obvious reasons, Jillian hoped for the latter.<br/><br/>Still, it wasn't like she could hide from her job.<br/><br/>She set the scotch on the table and gave only a few brief words before she turned her head away and attempted to focus on something else, that would keep her back turned away from Cindy. All of a sudden, an assortment of random wine glasses nearby suddenly become very, very interesting.<br/><br/>It wasn't that Jillian was afraid or anything, she knew that she'd be able to break a few bones if Candy tried something smart, but the last thing she wanted today was to get griefed while pulling a day shift at her job after she already screwed her Friday, along with a relationship with one of the few people that Jillian actually honestly connected with.