Bar music grated on her nerves as she contemplated the empty bottom of her shot glass. She could still taste the whiskey from the last one but some how that didn't seem to really help clear her head. Rolling her shoulders, she takes a moment before rubbing at her eyes. It had been a long day, a long week even, and still things didn't seem be settling.
Tapping her index fingernail on the rim of her glass in thought, she drops her head down into her free hand. "Maybe I should just take up paintball. The shooting range seems like a bad idea right now." the thought is uttered aloud before she can bring herself to keep it quiet.














