The shot glass rested on the table in front of her, completely empty, though the full bottle of bourbon wasn't that far. Tempest's eyes wandered over the players at the pool table, staring at them, but not actually seeing them.
No surprise there, though she was a little surprised that Evelyn was letting it happen. "So why not just tell her to kiss your arse?" she asked, twirling her own glass around the counter top.