She rarely made a big deal about birthdays â in fact, Atlas had always gone far out of her way to make sure she was working when hers rolled around. It was a way to give her an excuse to avoid any of the garish celebrations she loved any other day of the year. When she wasnât put on the Balcony schedule for the night, she decided to wander in anyway in hopes of picking up a shift. That effort failed as quickly as it began, and the bartender instead opted to help herself to a few shots. In truth, there was something she found innately sad about spending the day alone, though drinking at the bar alone wasnât much better. But by the time she let her second Four Horseman work itâs way through her, she was almost in a good mood. Generous, even. So as she ordered another shot, she decided to make it two, flashing the person nearest her a wry grin. âWhat? Youâre not gonna make a girl drink alone on her birthday, are you?âÂ













