She plopped down onto the stool in an exhausted, but gay fashion
She glanced over her surroundings searching for the hint of commradarie
She found none.
The bartender brought over her drink, setting it in front of her
Smile warm, knowing
She saw only the drink.
Cupping her palms around it,
Watched the foam pop
and ring the edges
Raising it to her mouth, she inhaled a little
Before taking a sip
Until the drink was gone.
Deciding she still felt too much,
She ordered another.