Guilt

Winifred hadn't realized the lack of attention he paid her. Not until the sound of his voice contained a restraint that would compel her to take note. Before she could argue with him about having another, he was gone. One more, and she would be tripping over herself.

While he was gone she was able to mull over what he had said. It wasn't that she was broke. It was just that she found it inconvenient to use something she didn't need. If she used it, she would have to get a job of some sort- and that was proposterious. Stuck in her own thoughts, it wasn't long before she looked over at the bar. Winifred had struck a nerve, and she felt bad for it. "Well, shit." Sighing she would wait for him to return.