Like most drunks that didn't drink, Shepard was drawn to the club like a moth to flame. She wasn't going to give in, of course, she had a stronger will than that. Today didn't start out any different, except she found Dan, in the path. And he looked rough. She knew he was much younger now than when they had met. Regardless, she stopped.
"Hey Danny boy." She didn't doubt he felt as bad as he looked. But that was the booze wasn't it. Had she looked this bad? How in the hell had she roped Rawdon in?
Like most former boozers she'd transferred her addiction. Her drug of choice was coffee, with plenty of cream and sugar. But the cup dangled forgotten from her fingers. "Are you alright?"