[center][b][h2][color=green]Veronica Winters[/color][/h2]
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[i]Hmm... guess it's time to feed into my alcoholism, then?[/i]

Standing across the street from the [b]Cornerstore Bar[/b], hands in pockets and large headphones blasting a nice [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GtPW4nB3Ro]song[/url] most likely too loud, Veronica felt... at peace. Which was honestly a bit of a rarity these days.

The weight of her bag was starting to become noticeable.

Raising her arm, she pulled back her sleeve to peer down at the watch blinking up at her from her left wrist. [i]Eh... it's about an hour until 12... close enough.[/i] Fixing her sleeve, she was prepared to walk in when the familiar smell of cigarette smoke made her fingers twitch.

Following the smell, her eyes drifted down as she finally noticed the woman sitting on the curb outside of the establishment. Head tilting to the right, she squinted her eyes slightly. [i]She looks awfully... familiar...[/i]

Forcing her mind to shift through her, most likely, wonky thought from her experiences at the bar (What could she say? She was a fan of alcohol and even though she didn't arrive often, she definitely had fun... from what she could remember.), she was able to finally piece together a story.

[i]Rowan![/i]

She could fuzzily remember the beautiful woman serving her at her nights at the bar. Although, she's only ever been there during the night so... this might be a bit of a shocker.

[i]Are they even open this early?[/i]

She had no idea. Like established, she'd never been there [b]before[/b] 8 PM. But, in her usual uncaring manner, she decided to basically say 'fuck it' and approach.

Hands buried into her pockets, she barely looked both ways before walking across the street until she was on the same sidewalk as the bartender. Stopping when right beside her, Veronica didn't turn off her music and instead moved her headphones off of her ears so that they rested around her neck.

[color=green]“It's nice to see you when I'm sober.”[/color]

She enjoyed “pre-gaming” as you may call it. Besides, it's a good way to get rid of the shitty bourbon her mother would send. She'd still get nice and tipsy before going to the bar for better alcohol.