We deceive or we are deceived, thus we flourish or perish

And here she was. Just what she'd wanted, right?

Faye had lost count of her drinks; the glasses in front of her were no longer reflective of the amount of alcohol she'd actually consumed, because the bartender had actually been diligent in removing them. But the booze, and the smoke, and the jazz in this bar were helping separate her from her thoughts, and that was what she'd been after, more than anything else.

She knew she was being looked at. There were three men behind her, slightly to her left, who'd been watching her since she came in tonight. There were a half-dozen others who'd filtered out into the night again after buying her drinks and then being ignored. Those were the polite ones, and she knew it.

Faye hadn't come to Callisto looking for polite men, though. She'd come to Callisto because she was confused and hurting beause of it, and she wanted to hurt more.

For now, though, she was content to sit at this bar and resist the urge to think. Instead, she could watch the saxophonist, who'd done nothing more than smile gently at her between sets, and enjoy his music.

( Hey there, Mr. Saxophone )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always. Preplayed with myself and largely adapted from Cowboy Bebop Session 12, 'Jupiter Jazz Pt. I' and warnings apply for a real late-nineties treatment of gender.]