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spinrightround ([info]spinrightround) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
Alicia sat in a corner booth, a line of shot glasses in front of her, all but the last one emptied and turned over. If it weren't for the line, she wouldn't be able to remember just how much she'd had to drink. While she was often able to keep up with Angie, the drink was hitting her harder now than ever before, likely because she hadn't eaten anything all day.

She felt sick, but honestly didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, or because of the pervasive feeling of wrongness that simply hadn't gone away since she'd seen the news about Harry.

She took a deep breath, then downed the last shot glass. There, time to order more.

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