Mal held on to her space at the bar until the bitter end, in spite of the discouraging looks from the Dread Queen. The Beast was wary of idly riling her up again, but she was damned if she was going to start scurrying around obediently at the first dirty look.
Suitably fortified against the cold, and with a healthy dose of Dutch Courage to face what came next, she hopped off her stool. A little unsteady on her feet, and more than a little chagrined she had spent yet another night alone at the bar.
She was trying to be better than that, but... her friends were busy, there were crazy people being crazy, what else was she supposed to do? It wasn't her fault everyone but Bitchpants-Mc-Abstinence was perfectly happy to ignore her...
Mal joins this thread.