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Had Hannah not been on her feet all day she would likely be passed out right now. She was certain that as soon as her shift was over she would head up stairs and pass out. Whether she would be alone for the evening was yet to be seen. But that was mute, for now she had a bar full of patrons half of which needed their glasses refilled.

She finished dishing out some shots of fire whiskey to a group of men at the end of the bar when she heard the sound of a familiar voice. "Lavender," she smiled a true smile for the first time that day. "How are you holding up?" she placed a napkin on the bar before her friend.

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