[ all the eyes are narrowing at that whole cut you open comment. it's a figure of speech, she knows, but alcohol apparently strips Wichita's ability to overlook things like that until she's alone and think it through. nope, it's written all over her face that his choice of words struck her the wrong way - not offended, but wary.

besides, it's that last bit that makes her straighten up a little bit, shoulders rolling back and her hands settling on the edge of the bar. ]

Can't a group of people get together and tip a few just for the sake of doing it? I don't need an occasion. [ lies. ] Though if I did have a reason like that, I wouldn't exactly dig you bringing it up so candidly. [ as in she does, and she doesn't. ]