And a beer....in a tree

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'Tis the season to be with family. If you had some. Any family of hers are in Rio and she doesn't have the means to get there for the holiday celebrations. She has the money, sure, but she's wanted by some very unsavory members of the Las Vegas mob. Being stuck on a plane is not her idea of safety, and flying all the way to South America would be exhausting.

So...she sits in a neighborhood bar, kicking back a couple of beers with a tonic and lime chaser. She rarely drinks, but this is the holidays. It's a time for indulging a little bit.

Back at her apartment, Santa Self has been rather good to her. Presents are wrapped, surrounding a potted pointsettia, waiting for her to rediscover what she bought herself on a crisp Christmas morn. Meanwhile, she is decidely not feeling even the slightest bit sorry for herself. Nope. Not one bit.

"Gimme another, Ed. Add a round for yourself while you're at it."

Nope. Not at all.