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Lydia once again found herself at the corner of a bar, drinking people under the table. Lucky thing was, she never had to buy an ounce of it. All the competitors paid, and did they pay well; after all, she would just slip some money out of their purses or wallets or whatever the lighter weights carried on them.
She had just finished drinking another poor soul under the table, and finisheing her drink, was interrupted by someone stepping up to the table. Without looking at them, “Listem, Honey, if youu want to challenge me. Y’all’le have to get in line,” she pointed half drunk at a general area of sneering bar occupants.














