"I can see that," Clarke agrees with a slight bob of her head as she leans against the bar, grabbing the specials list in its hard plastic cast. Odds are that she'll end up skipping the list for something simple, but it doesn't hurt to look. A strange cocktail that's not too likely to cause some weird side effects could appeal to her.

In all honesty, Clarke doesn't expect Molly's levity to last. But she'll be here for her friend as long as it does and stick around when it goes. That's friendship — standing by for both the good and the bad. Or the strange and confusing. All of the above. Setting the list back down with a wrinkle of her nose, she orders a whiskey sour instead. "But you're not alone now. We're here. We're drinking. It's all good, right?"