Under her gaze, which Rhys noticed even from behind his notepad, his first instinct was to retreat. Humiliating that his first instinct was to back away when he had nearly a foot and easily seven stone on her, but there was just something about the way she looked at him that had him panicking.

Then she spoke again, and he nearly did take a step back. "Ma'am, I think you're intoxicated, which is not helping matters at all. I'm going to need you to come down to the station." He could lock her up, let her sober up and fix the problem in the morning. That was a good solution. Hopefully he could convince both the woman and the barkeep that would suffice for tonight. Frankly it was too late, he was too tired and she was too drunk for anything else.

Unfortunately it meant he was likely to be sleeping in the office tonight.