After heading away from Big King Richard, Circe and Sonnie, leaving them by the front of the estate, Simone heads straight for the bar. Apparently, it was open, paid for upfront and free to all.
That just made the usually bitter Darkling warm and fuzzy inside.
Getting herself a Chardonnay, she took her pack from her back and placed it down beside her. It wasn't exactly a fancy bag but functional over form. It did the job and that suited Simone down to the ground.
Back leaning against the bar, the Darkling lowered her sunglasses and took in the gardens. Despite the sun, she was starting to relax a little.