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Alcohol was forbidden at the event and yet three separate people had come up to him asking if he had anything hidden in his truck they could have, as if their asses were worth him going through the effort of being a traveling bar for them. If they wanted to drown their sorrows, they could either go home and get themselves wasted blind, or go to the bar. He wasn't too interested in them, more focused on those lingering on the edges, those that were being quiet and not taking focus on themselves. A skeptic by nature, Frank didn't trust everyone's motivation for being there, even though he could admit that Marcy was one of the good ones and deserved better than what happened to her. That kind of cruelty wasn't the kind that was just going to disappear, and Frank sighed as he approached the bonfire, pulling a letter of unsaid things out of his jacket and throwing it onto the flames.