Good. Because while Kathy didn't exactly have any intentions of leaving with someone, the potential for a nice, mindless interlude on the dance floor--or, even better, one in a dark corner--was exactly why she was here.

"I can handle it," she told the bartender, but wasn't going to argue if he refused. "Make it four?"

If it were three, it would be real easy to end up drinking to the memory of her mom, dad, and Sarah. And, dammit, she was here to forget all that.