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Lilly knew she should be worried about Veronica, but she was in Mexico and Veronica was god knows where. There was nothing she could do except keep Weevil distracted. But he wasn’t here yet anyway, and Lilly was bored. Which was universally a very bad thing.

Lilly knew she should be worried. But right now just being able to breathe was exciting. To be able to sing, to dance, to drink, to laugh. Hell, even the idea of pissing was exciting (which was what she was going to have to do soon if she didn’t stop drinking.)

Lilly had forgotten to mention, or simply hadn’t noticed that there were two bars with poor-excuses-for-titties neo signs. But one was obviously much more alive than the other. This was because, generally, Lilly was a party all by herself. She had few inhibitions and a healthy appetite for fun. She also was particularly skilled at making new “friends” which meant that on a good night she only had to buy her first drink.

Lilly Kane, deceased heiress of the Kane Enterprise was currently dancing on the bar with a beer in hand. She was singing to a song that hadn’t been a hit for years. Coincidentally, not since the year she died. As soon as she had walked in, she stuck out like a sore thumb. First of all, she was a blond, white girl in a bar full of natives and rich college boys looking for an ounce and a score. In a pep squad uniform no less.

Somewhere between talking to Weevil and now, Lilly had managed to lose her shorts, gain a couple of beers and a sombrero. She wasn’t sure when any of those happen but she didn’t seem too concerned. So there was Lilly Kane, dancing and singing on a bar with fellow customers urging her on, in her underwear, taking a swig in between choruses.

It wasn’t very hard to figure out which bar she was in.