Violet rested her elbows on the bar top, the aged wood of the bar was stained in numerous places, the young woman could only wonder what those stains could have been. Throwing back another shot, the liquor burned her throat, taking the chill of the night away. She had decided that she would drink here for a while longer, then go upstairs to the room she had been staying in for the last two weeks. Though her funds were starting to run short, she would be out on her ass soon enough. "Did you hear the news? They found another body." A voice from the far side of the room said in hushed tones. "I didn't just hear the news, I saw the crime scene!" Another drunken slur. Violet's brows narrowed, her head turned slightly to look in their direction. "Well what was it like?" "I didn't see much of it, but there was no blood." "No blood?" "Yeah, it was like the guy was.... Just empty. Literally. I'll never drink enough to get that image out of my mind." Violet's face screwed up in disgust, who could do such a thing? That didn't sound like a normal murder that was for sure. The young woman started stacking up the shot glasses like a tower. "Shot glass forts, eh girl?" Violet looked up at the rugged bartender, Ruby was her name, she was nearing 50 years old and was a legend around these parts. Apparently she had a whole arsenal of weapons in the pub somewhere. Violet nodded. "Ah, yeah." She chuckled. "Can I get a few more?" Violet put down a note on the table and watched Ruby pour her more shots.