Barfly

Who: Manhattan and Open
When: Evening
Where: Random Bar

Manhattan had taken up residence on a stool at the far end of the bar. Bottle of beer that was half empty, or half full depending on how a person would chose to view it, sat on the counter in front of her. Her leather jacket on the barstool to her left where it had been haphazardly tossed when she first arrived. The night was young by bar standards which meant there wasn't much traffic in the place, the weather also playing a part in it as snow and wet streets had a tendency to keep people indoors. So until business started picking up Manhattan was under the illusion that she'd be able to at least enjoy one beer before someone felt the need to interrupt her solitude.