
Daiquiri Dreams
The bar is sticky to the touch like it has absorbed as much alcohol as it can and is now oozing it back out. Ramshackle is sitting on a bar stool, a glass of daiquiri in front of him. Though it is uncomfortable, sitting with his arms crossed across his chest rather than resting comfortably…
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