[ she inhales deeply, pushing her hair behind her ears. this definitely isn't where she had wanted the night to go--the note she wanted it to end on--but him sitting there on stand-by after finishing his drink lets her know that even the punisher has his limits. ]

Shit... [ she whispers softly to herself. ] I guess the last thing you need after being beat up physically is to be beat up verbally.

[ digging into the pocket of her jacket, she takes out a messy wad of cash and sets it on the counter. ]

It's on me. [ a small pause, before she continues. ] I'm sorry.