The wires inside Charlotte were crossed, and regardless of her primal instinct to run, she instead slid a slim pale arm around his neck after he helped her up, using him for balance much like she had the bar. Those blurred eyes stared into his yet the contact was seemingly one sided, as she was out of her mind and unknowing of her movements consciously.<br/><br/>"Yer a tall drink o shomething huh?" She laughed through the tears that continued to fall. She trembled being so near him, inner alarms going off like sirens that she drunkenly paid no mind. Watching as the others that moved to help her shrank back from them. Oh well! She smiled again and dashed her tears away with her hand as she nodded. “I’ll take a drink yesh…tell him I want the blue one” She continued to slur her words staring at him as if she wanted to say something else, but instead stayed silent. “You come here a lot?” She stared at him with that same vacant expression.<br/><br/>It wasn’t as if Charlotte was a bad person, to the contrary she had been a model citizen previous to her husband’s demise. The man who had robbed and shot her husband had never been found. It deepened the wounds to her psyche, as she still never felt a sense of justice in at least seeing her husband’s killer made to pay for the crime that had upended her perfect little life. As the bartender slid the drink towards her she placed her lips on the straw and sucked it down as if it were water, not vodka. “Barry used to come here after work each night for a drink, and then he’d come home…’ She began to tell the ginger haired stranger.  “That guy…” She pointed at the bartender who rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the bar as she went on yet another drunken tirade. “Didn’t see anything..” She said it as if she didn’t believe it. She picked up her drink, sloshing it about. “Nobody saw anything!” She said louder and a few replies were heard through the bar. “Shut up Lady!” “Go Home Drunky” Charlotte looked at Sage and narrowed her eyes on him. “Bet someone saw something.” She whispered in a drunkenly conspiratorial way. It would be evident to Sage and the Demon that inhabited him, that Charlotte needed vengeance and or justice.<br/>