Tonight, there was something dangerous in the bar with Robin.
Not an animal. Not even a weapon. No, the zombies hadn't rebelled.
But she'd discovered a bottle of absinthe, and Robin was just sitting there, looking at it, and thinking about how long it'd been since she'd had some. It had been so fun!
[um, I had to. She may be drinking it during
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