Wire post by MIllie Barr (a.k.a. Inflatabelle)

    MIllie Barr (a.k.a. Inflatabelle)

    Having a charred bullet hole in her suit was an annoyance. This was her only suit and Expandex was neigh impossible to come by. At least she had her cheap trench coat to close over the damage.
    As it began to rain, she ducked into a local bar and planted herself at the counter for the rest of the day and night. With each bottle of gin, the notion of having her suit repaired or replaced faded. Her thoughts turned to where they always do, towards her past failures, disappointing her family and being totally alone in a new city.

    3am and time to go. Well, the bar was closing and she had drunk half of their stock. She got as far as the alleyway behind the bar before she slumped against the wall next to the bar's dumpster, slid to the ground and sat against it until she slowly passed out.