She plopped down onto the stool in an exhausted, but gay fashion

She glanced over her surroundings searching for the hint of commradarie 

She found none.

The bartender brought over her drink, setting it in front of her

Smile warm, knowing

She saw only the drink.

Cupping her palms around it, 

she stared

Watched the foam pop

and ring the edges

Raising it to her mouth, she inhaled a little

Before taking a sip

then another

and another

Until the drink was gone.

Deciding she still felt too much,

She ordered another. 

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