"I think you've had too much to drink, my dear," Jasmine laughed, leaning forward to pat Shay's arm somewhat patronizingly. "If you aren't heading back, then do take care of yourself - the streets here are dangerous at night, but I'm sure you already knew that." She winked, and got up and left the bar - lustful and jealous gazes following her steps once more - leaving Shay alone with her thoughts.<br/><br/>And the bartender. "On the house," he offered, pushing a mug of normal ale towards Shay. "I dinae hear what ye two were talking about, but twas clear as day that ye wanted her gone."