We sobered up together, mostly.
A few smuggled in half pints and flasks. The place was called The Lantern. The after-bar crowd was the moths.
Walk in drunk and walk out full and sleepy.
The girl with the haunted eyes wrote poetry in the corner booth. The scene was cinematic and felt sad, like she should have been at the bar with us having fun instead of sc…
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