have some angst on the rocks.

[widowing]

[ the bar seems a popular spot - luckily, at this point in the night, it’s not crowded. music would give her a headache but silence abandons her to her thoughts… there’s really no winning, a fact which has been made abundantly clear to her on a number of things, in a number of ways. it is, after all, how she finds herself sitting in this stool, nursing a nearly empty tumbler. she’s not done; there’s a bottle of whiskey beside her and she certainly intends to show it what-for. old habits and all that. ]

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