Lee (![]() ![]() @ 2008-12-24 21:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | liandra, liz sherman |
So this is Christmas. (Open to divine, formerly divine, semi-divine, and general humbug types.)
While most people celebrated their winter holiday of choice with family and friends, or at least with a TV or radio simulating that warmth, Lee worked on drinking herself blind at a bar. How could she not? The whole affair was like a perpetual reminder that she had been kicked out.
"Another one, and keep 'em coming," she told the bartender. He was only still serving her drinks because she had helped save his ass during that weird zombie attack, and even that gratefulness was wearing thin. She was drinking more than usual tonight, and no wonder. Where was her son? What was he doing right now, all these years after she had given him up? Did he hate the sappy-assed songs about snow and togetherness and all that crap as much as she did?
"You got any plans tonight, boss?" she mumbled skyward. She waited a minute, but no answer came. "Same to you," she said, turning her attention back to her drink and wishing for blessed unconsciousness.
God, she hated Christmas.