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[color=00746b]“I got the rest. You pay for the shots.”[/color] Ana says after a moment, not looking over to Aksel as she throws back a vodka shot, each drink lined in front of her. She slides the whisky over to him, a chill taking over her as the drink runs down her throat. 
This burn was familiar. It was welcomed. 

She inhaled, sitting up straighter after a moment, [color=00746b]“Damn, everyone came here it seems.”[/color] Ana hums in thought, mostly to herself, sipping the Crown. 

This was the first time she had been in this bar, it was farther from where she lives…or [i]used[/i] to live. She hasn’t been in contact with…[i]her[/i] since the fire. She couldn’t truly face her after she failed. It didn’t matter now, she’d figure it out.