Rose entered, and was also relieved to find it fairly empty, for the same reason. Although she knew she looked a bit different, she was still recognizable, and Basil was always under the press's magnifying glass. Without missing a beat, Rose went up to the bar, flicked her hair, sent the bartender a wink, and came back with a watered-down firewhiskey. "That's how it's done," she smirked at Basil, and took a seat at a booth.
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