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Thirteen's looking a little worse for wear tonight, as she slumps into the bar tonight. It's an unexpected visit, and she finds herself blinking blearily in the sudden bright light and slowly making her way to her seat. The going is a little more unsteadily than she'd like, but booze would do that to you, and she arrives in an armchair in one piece nonetheless.

Sinking into it with a grateful groan she lays still for a little while. Eventually, she'll move to gingerly prod at her split lip and bruised eye before ordering an ice pack from the nearest waitrat.