"This whole place lost a pretty great man." Maryanne mumbled as she took a deep drink from the tall necked bottle. Her fingers going delightfully tingly as she settled the bottle in her lap. Snow and other burnt matter colored places on the track pants she wore more for cover than against the cold. A tiny drip of wine trailing down her chin to stain the gray backward and I side out tshirt she had pulled on before settling in to get good and drunk.
"They lost this place too." Bare feet tucked in against her thighs. She showed no sign of being cold. "There are a lot of good memories that got burned away."