Stiff drinks and stiff upper lips

This was probably a stupid idea that was going to get her killed.   But then she'd had several of those in her life, and none of them were stupid enough to stop her from doing whatever it was she'd decided to do.  And also, she hadn't been killed yet.   She could hope it stayed that way.

Honestly, she thought she and Riley had reached an understanding of each other.  They wouldn't kill the other person unless they absolutely had no choice. At that point, they would, and they wouldn't take it personally that they were having to do it or having to have it done.  It was a cynical way to live, but it was the way that had kept her alive.   And when she'd suggested having a drink and not talking about what they might or might not have done, she thought maybe he might find it to be a little nice to be able to not pretend quite as much.  She did, sometimes.

So she'd reserved Phil's Booth in the corner and put some booze and a couple of glasses on it.  Her waitresses knew if she claimed that booth, they were not to seat anyone in earshot of it.  

Now she just needed to see if he'd show up.