When Reese walks into the bar tonight, there's nothing very obvious that suggests she's sick.
Unless, by obvious, you count the utter lack of badge and gun, the slightly straightened hair, and the occasional sniffle as she steps up to the bar, propping her hands along the edge and leaning forward. There's a pair of large headphones around her neck that aren't connected to anything at the moment.
And, okay, if one stopped to touch her forehead, they might detect a trace of fever - but she's got a gig later, and she can't be a no-show.
Even if all of this just feels weird.
[ tiny tag: dani reese, imdb flu ]
[ ooc: yes, for those of you who are more familiar with the lovely Sarah Shahi's career, this would be Reese's feverish brain and the IMDB flu convincing her that she's
Carmen de la Pica Morales from The L Word. take from that what you will. ]