drinks.

[torsion]

Jill is an introvert, so it's no surprise that she foregoes clubs or brighter bars with a more lively atmosphere in favor of something where the lights are turned a touch more low and the only noise comes from the background blur of a jukebox playing faint classic rock music. It isn't intrusive, but it's not so quiet that it can't be made out. It's background noise that beats the hum of loud conversation any day, at least in her opinion there's a different kind of invitation that is extended from it and it's one she's not particularly keen on taking, so instead she just sits.

Normally, she'd take a spot in the darkest corner -- wherever is the furthest from other patrons (but also manages to afford her a clear view of any exit). This time, however, she sits clear at the counter space, enjoying a highball glass of bourbon while she debates getting some kind of salty snack to enjoy the moment all the further. For now, however, she sits comfortably on a stool with her legs crossed while she lightly holds onto her drink, enjoy the coolness of the glass on her aching hands. She's dressed a little more casually for once rather than her work gear, in leggings that aren't compressed and a light and fitted t-shirt with the BSAA logo emblazoned over the right side of her chest that accentuates her curves and muscles. It's a moment that passes before she turns minutely on and lifts her head.

"Hey, there." Her grin widens, mellow and with an inviting warmth. "Can I buy you a drink?"


[ OOC: Overall prefer brackets and will likely reply with them, but don't mind if you go prose. ]