A fine flame-red eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, but it was hidden by masses of curls as Thaya knelt down and pulled out an unopened bottle of whiskey. She cracked the top of it and set it on the bar in front of the woman, adding a glass next to it.
She knew that guarded look. Like an invisible armor. She had worn some herself for along time... And probably still did when not with family. She rambled off the price for the bottle and glanced up as Jerri finally returned to the bar, having given up on potato man. She'd go back later and make sure he was alright. Right now she had a turkey to haul out of the oven.
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