[How many times had her parents left her home alone, never asking if she wanted to come too? Being left alone in prison wasn't new, just more dire, and Laura had been the only one to break that loneliness. Hearing someone tell her they're not going to let her feel that kind of isolation again, it's like being scraped clean. She feels vulnerable and raw, but better for it.]
[She lets out a ragged sigh as Laura tips her towards the bar, and she pulls the half-empty bottle of whiskey into her lap and grabs Laura's concoction, which she helps herself to a sip of.]
Ugh, how do you drink this?
[Her head lolls back onto Laura's shoulder, exhausted apparently, but not too exhausted to try to inject some strange normalcy into this whole situation.]
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[She lets out a ragged sigh as Laura tips her towards the bar, and she pulls the half-empty bottle of whiskey into her lap and grabs Laura's concoction, which she helps herself to a sip of.]
Ugh, how do you drink this?
[Her head lolls back onto Laura's shoulder, exhausted apparently, but not too exhausted to try to inject some strange normalcy into this whole situation.]