Technically, Valerie's supposed to be on waitress duty tonight.
But she didn't
sleep well last night -- not well at all -- and she's not exactly in the mood.
Her apron and tray are on the floor next to the armchair she's curled up in, as if she might yet start her rounds. But for the moment, she's splitting her attentions between a glass of Scotch and an unfocused consideration of the Observation Window.
Her lower lip has been split at one corner of her mouth; it's half-closed up by now, but the alcohol still makes it sting.
[tinytag: thy kingdom come]