@meredithadley
It was difficult finding people that she felt comfortable enough to share her feelings with. Not just her emotional feelings, but the physical ones as well. Ever since the first night she'd slept in her own bed after the bonfire, she'd had trouble sleeping. It was difficult to keep food down. Vee almost felt like she was slowly going out of her mind. All she could think about was how close she'd come to dying, and how she'd almost lost every single one of the people she couldn't live without. There were no more tears left for her to cry, so she'd started supplementing with a shot of whatever she could sneak between customers. The woman had the night off, so she'd decided it was as good a time as ever to seek out one of her friends. Shiloh had been busy at the bar, and she... Wasn't ready to face Waylon just yet. While she did text Gabe, she hadn't heard back, and she was desperate for company... Now. Vienna knew that Meredith would always make time for her, and vice versa. So she made her way to Quinn's, which was the first place she could think to look for her. "Two tequila's. Please." She held up two fingers to the bartender, who'd eyed her somewhat suspiciously, but poured her the drinks none the less. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted Meredith across the room, and a grin split her lips before she'd added- "Better make it four."