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[Feb. 10th, 2009|01:14 pm] |
Who: Alcohol, Open
What: Working, sort of
When: Tuesday
Where: New York
She'd been planning to go to Vegas for a couple of weeks. It's as much a vacation place for as it is for everyone else; it's not like she actually has to try there. But tragedy calls. Bombings in New York. It's not terribly hard to get grieving people to drink, either, but the effort is in getting them to keep drinking.
The streets in the nearby areas are quiet, despite the curious onlookers, investigators, and well wishers. Alcohol snags a lily from a wreath someone left at the inevitable makeshift memorials that have been set up and wanders along just as quietly.
Eventually, she takes a seat on a bench across the street from a liquor store and starts pulling the petals off the flower. And almost like magic, the store gets just a little busier. |
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