Tamora hadn't been out for a drink since arriving in Exsilium--the closest she'd come was partaking in a bit of that Jack Daniels she'd put into Riku's cold remedy. Something just didn't feel quite right about drinking anywhere but Tapper's, Kohut in the seat to her left and Spears to the right. She was a creature of habit: fight bugs, knock heads, rinse, repeat, so she'd been rather off-kilter ever since having shown up in this place. Joining the police force had helped a bit, inasmuch as it had at least given her more to do with her hands, but she was still sort of floundering.

Meeting Sonic for a drink might have been a refreshing throwback to the arcade, but she was still getting used to the fact that this wasn't Litwak's Sonic. This Sonic didn't even seem to realize he was a program, meaning she still had to watch what she said. But after this week, maybe a trip to the bar was just what the medic ordered.

She responded to his text message with a quick, efficient "10-4", then hopped on her cruiser and headed for the establishment in question. If she were meeting anyone else for a drink she would presume to arrive first, but with Sonic it tended to be kind of inevitable to wind up keeping him waiting. Gotta go fast! Sure enough, when she arrived he was already there, and she shouldered the folded cruiser as she stepped into the bar.

"How fashionable is it to be late, anyway?" she asked with a wry grin as she slid into the stool at the counter beside him. "I'm usually early."