Angie & Justin
Angie accepted the glass he poured. "I know. Every birthday of mine goes by I wish for Fred back. I ought to stop. I know it's not possible. Or rather that the only way it's possible is too terrible to imagine." She thought briefly of George then, and how long it had been since they'd so much as spoken.
"Right, none of this maudlin shite. Bottoms up, yeah?" She tilted back her glass and drank half of it in one swallow.