5 - ally and randle
Ally sat at the bar of her sister’s club. The bartender made her way over to the little Lockwood, and she ordered a handful of vodka shots. She needed to forget. She needed to drown her sorrows in the burning liquid and forget that her daughter would be five months old today. She’d be getting so big. Maybe her green eyes would lit up with energy... and that’s when Ally took the first shot, eagerly chasing it down with a second, and then third, and before she knew it, all five glasses in front of her were empty. It was then she looked down the bar, noticing a familiar face. “Randle? I didn’t expect to see you here...”
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