To say it had been a rough night would be an understatement. Having lost her car keys to a bartender around 2am, Zia Connolly woke up Saturday morning in the very stationary sedan with a killer headache and the very strong notion that maybe it was time to start indulging in her weekend blowing off steam in the privacy of her own home. She had gone straight from work to the bar, and then she wasn't quite sure where. With a groan, she tumbled out and steadied herself on her heels, leaning against the top of car and digging out her purse to rifle around. She checked her phone and groaned a little at the fact it was already ten in the morning. Her wallet seemed to have been drained of all cash, but she pretty much expected that. All she needed was the credit card.

She walked a little ways, righting her button up blouse and skirt from the previous work day to try not to look too out of sorts or embarrassed about a few missing. She was planning on just grabbing a coffee and getting the hell home.

She pushed her way into May's Brother's coffeehouse, a place she'd been into maybe once or twice before and leaned on the counter, holding her aching head. "Large mocha, please," She said, clearing her throat a little. "Extra espresso shot. Or four."