[She has a candle burning, not because there's no power, but because she just wanted to sit quietly in the dark, and think. She's got a glass of moonshine at her elbow, but she's not drinking it.
Ellen hates nights like this. Her mind is a morass of things that there's no one to talk to about and she just wants to let go of the present and live in her memories, just for the tiniest bit.
Hearing Balthazar come in, she pushes herself up and turns on the light.]
Howdy. Whatcha got?
[She walks over, curious, all of her mental ramblings off of her face. Now, she's just the concerned bartender, nothing more.]
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Ellen hates nights like this. Her mind is a morass of things that there's no one to talk to about and she just wants to let go of the present and live in her memories, just for the tiniest bit.
Hearing Balthazar come in, she pushes herself up and turns on the light.]
Howdy. Whatcha got?
[She walks over, curious, all of her mental ramblings off of her face. Now, she's just the concerned bartender, nothing more.]