Ananke drinks surprisingly often.

Now, this is often, and not excessively, but for some reason her peers are always surprised to find out that the specialist even leaves her apartment for non-work related reasons, much less to go out to a bar, where there are people and alcohol. As if she's allergic to those two things (which she's not). It's not that impossible to imagine her interacting with the former and imbibing the latter, is it? She's still human, after all.

The truth of the matter is that working in Nest Elimination is a little more taxing than normal military work. Mortality rates are higher, the missions are long and arduous, and sometimes after particularly hard ones Ananke can find it hard to sleep. So yes, sometimes she'll go out and sit there and nurse a beer or two. Sue her. There's no shame in getting a little assistance getting a better night's sleep.

Which is what she's trying to do tonight, with a mug of beer purchased from one of the bars closest to her home, precariously handled as she transports it from the counter to her seat- at least until someone seated on one of the stools leans back too far, bumps into her. The specialist isn't too upset- it's just a beer after all, she can get another- until she looks up and realizes who's to blame.

Oh.

This little shit.

"You spilled my drink," she says, more matter of fact than accusatory in tone. It does nothing to impede the way she implies it's all his fault.

The good news is that Ettie doesn't seem to recognize her, and that between the full-coverage helmet she'd been wearing that night and his being fairly drunk, there isn't much of a chance of that changing.

The bad news is that he is considerably more annoying. Even more so somehow. And that her shirt is now soaked in beer. What a fucking delight.

A couple of options run through the Specialist's mind at this point. She could try to take him in- a nice little revenge for him running off like a coward like time. Maybe here. Maybe she'll tail him after he leaves. To be quite honest, Ananke isn't so dutiful that she'd go out of her way to enforce the law while not on the clock... but for this man, she'd be willing to making an exception.

Or... she could receive free alcohol at his expense and then considering arresting him. It would be only fair, considering her lost drink is his fault in the first place.

"That is a terrible way to say sorry," Ananke retorts to the man in question. Regardless, that doesn't stop her from swiping the shot set in front of her and downing it as quickly as possible. She doesn't want to sit down, but that seat is closest to where all the alcohol is... "If you could un-drench my shirt, we'd actually be even." At least her shirt is dark enough to hide the stain. Mostly.

Ugh.

It's not the first time she's been sexually harrassed, but even then the blonde man manages to be even more irritating than usual while doing it. The men will stare. They'll make suggestive comments. They don't do... that.

Her eyes narrow. No, what she said was not a pickup line, but she's not sure how effectively she'd be able to convey that point to someone as clearly drunk as he is. "What a coincidence. I could say the same," she just says stiffly. "And even if that weren't the case..." The distaste on her face says it all. She dearly wishes to smack this man across the face, but showing her hand too soon probably isn't a good idea.

She snatches the napkin that Étienne would have gotten and tries her best to blot out the moisture. Play along, Ananke tells herself. Bide her time. Make him slip. "So, do you think you're drunk enough or were you planning on breaking any records tonight?"