Drink into bliss (open)

A woman covered in dark clothes sauntered her way into the tavern with a small curve of a smirk on her blood red lips. ''Drink. Now.'' She demanded and received it quickly, shooting back the fiery whiskey that ran down her throat smoothly. Focusing on the amber liquid swirling in the glass, Calypso groaned in anger at the growing noise that provided her with no entertainment. ''There has to be someone who can entertain me..'' She growled out, turning in her seat to analyse everyone, furrowing her brow in annoyance at the lack of interesting faces.