SPRAGUE | courtyard

[ There's about an hour to go until midnight strikes, but Sprague's had enough of the festivities for one night. Say what you want about Circe and the company she keeps, but one thing they've never had to go without is alcohol. Each year Sprague's taken better advantage of their supplies and this year's no different. By the time she finds her way outside her face is flush and red with it ('it' being cheap red wine and mysteriously spiked tropical punch and whatever else she could get her hands on). Her balance is a little off too, but that doesn't stop her from taking out a squashed pack of cigarettes and clumsily lighting one. Trying to, anyway — her fingers don't feel much like cooperating and the lighter drops to the ground with a sharp clack.

(Do not drink and operate flame. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.) ]

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