>>19177237Colby would feel a slight cold tinge in the air, and an uneasy feeling of being stared at, despite none of the other patrons seemingly holding a gaze on her longer than a few seconds in acknowledgement.
>Well fine, if you're not going to pour one out for your dead homies... Moments pass, has it been seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or even years? Time is convoluted, but something snaps Colby out of her trance of staring into the beer as it appears to float in mid air, before pouring a small bit out onto the floor, and as the glass is set back down on the counter, the glass is noticeably much frostier than before.
