Jill chuckled at that first observation, bowing her head briefly in agreement. "You got me there."
She didn't answer the question right away, though, instead sighing lightly as she also glanced around the place -- more as a method of stalling, to be honest, than in any real curiosity. Jill didn't like to think that she only visited Tifa's bar when she had a reason to, but she knew that was the case. Not that she didn't enjoy Tifa's company, of course; that was a reason in and of itself, but there was always something else that gave her the initial push to that, even if it was small -- even if Jill didn't realize it consciously at the time.
There was always something on Jill's mind -- that wasn't new. Tonight it was a few things, a couple of which she hadn't been entirely able to sweep under the metaphorical rug. Hence the call for a drink and, admittedly, a friend who she hoped would be able to distract her from it for a while.
Jill studied the empty glass for only a couple beats. "Some company, if you're not too busy," she replied with another warm smile. "...And... a Lady Shirley doesn't sound too bad."
Her demeanor aside, that order alone probably hinted at Jill's true mood. She didn't often indulge in the stronger drinks, and her tolerance notwithstanding, a whiskey cocktail wasn't exactly what you had when just dropping by for a five-minute chat.
pfft Jill just got her boyfriend back, so. Assuming this is before then. |D
She didn't answer the question right away, though, instead sighing lightly as she also glanced around the place -- more as a method of stalling, to be honest, than in any real curiosity. Jill didn't like to think that she only visited Tifa's bar when she had a reason to, but she knew that was the case. Not that she didn't enjoy Tifa's company, of course; that was a reason in and of itself, but there was always something else that gave her the initial push to that, even if it was small -- even if Jill didn't realize it consciously at the time.
There was always something on Jill's mind -- that wasn't new. Tonight it was a few things, a couple of which she hadn't been entirely able to sweep under the metaphorical rug. Hence the call for a drink and, admittedly, a friend who she hoped would be able to distract her from it for a while.
Jill studied the empty glass for only a couple beats. "Some company, if you're not too busy," she replied with another warm smile. "...And... a Lady Shirley doesn't sound too bad."
Her demeanor aside, that order alone probably hinted at Jill's true mood. She didn't often indulge in the stronger drinks, and her tolerance notwithstanding, a whiskey cocktail wasn't exactly what you had when just dropping by for a five-minute chat.