It was utterly pathetic to come to a bar alone. This was a fact of life to which Cecilia had subscribed fiercely for much of her existence... that was, until she had become pathetic herself. Now, such entertainment was a passable way to spend an evening, even if dwelling upon the idea of how she must have looked was less than desirable.

Either way, she had to get her fix. And who did she have left to accompany her? Between having either disgraced or chased off most of her family, the love of her life being killed, his memory driving her away from spending time near his sister, her closest friends otherwise being locked up in prison, and the man she was supposed to marry to get over all of it run off and engaged to a disgusting halfblood, really Cecilia did not have much left. It was her own fault, maybe, for having made the decisions she had. Maybe it was a string of terrible luck.

All she knew was that it left her becoming a woman that just a year before she would have despised--the lonely girl at the end of the bar.

Well, if anything, at least she had come out of it a little less judgemental.

Tilting her head back, she finished off the glass and pursed her lips together, setting the empty vessel back atop the wood. Without having to say a word, Albert--the bartender, that was.. she knew this one by name--refilled it instantly. It was still quite early in the evening, but she knew that the faster she drank, the quicker it would pass. With that in her head, she began on her second...