Who: Neena Thurman & Open Where: Random Dive Bar, New York City, New York When: June 7th, 2012, Night What: Neena drinks to the memory of Milo. Rating: PG-13, some violence
Neena had flown in from Yemen that morning. The job was finished and she could have gone anywhere else, but she liked this bar in particular. It made her think of Milo. Two years since he died and today marked year number three, living as a widow. It wasn't so bad, she'd gotten used to it before, hadn't she? Only now she was drinking to someone who was actually dead, as opposed to only thought to be dead. There was a big difference and there was no hope that she could cling to that he might be alive. She was lucky with a lot of things, love was not one of them, apparently.
The bar she was in was one of those that people either didn't know about or avoided. Filled with the sort of undesirables that left each other alone, as opposed to trying to dig into each other's business. She preferred it that way, to be honest. Tonight wasn't about company, but about a few shots of whiskey and then probably crashing somewhere for the night before she checked her phone or email for any other work.
Milo hated coming to this bar. She took him on his birthday once and he described it as being one of the most unromantic places. However it was the sort of place she could take him without raising eyebrows or people noticing. It was a stupid memory to hold onto. Her husband bitching about the floor and creeky chairs, but it was one of the few vivid ones she had. A part of her would always love Milo, but losing him once had forced her to start to move on. Losing him again hurt like hell, but picking up the pieces was easier the second time around. Surprisingly enough. It could have broken others, but for Neena, it was accepting she probably wasn't cut out for the whole 'wife' thing anyway.
"This one's for you Milo," she said to no one and took the shot.