Her first instinct was to buy Jim Beam like old times. She couldn't remember when she drank it last. Theo nly kind of whiskey she drank these days were single malt. She'd drink it neat, no ice or anything else: the scotch alone. She learned this from Imogen's ex brother...

In the alley of a no name city. No where you could get a direct flight to from a major city. There was a smell. In the heat of summer, it permeated quick and far. Someone reported it. The police arrived within an hour.

A tall blonde woman covered her nose....

After taking the first sip of my third beer I wondered why the thought even entered my head at all. I didn't even share the sentiment with my friends who were already five or six drinks into pregraming because there would be no point. It was a stupid thought anyways....