He woke up staring into the trees, knowing that the firmness underneth him was the parking lot of the Rusty Spur. His head felt like it might as well have been left in a vice for the night while a blacksmith took care to hit the soft spots. He was painfully aware that it wasn't a hangover, mainly acredited to the two beers he did have, but much more table three and the five gents that sat there.
"Need some help?"
He somehow knew that voice, but not from the night before, or even any recent history.
"Are you okay?"
Again. He slowly looked over and knew exactly who it was. He had never met her but he already knew there lives were more than a little intertwined.
"I should be good, once I figure out which way is up."
Getting a good look of her he had never been more certain of anyone thing.
"Could I give you a ride somewhere?"
He knew it was a risk to ask, but again, it was so clear.
"I'm heading East."
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Life can be tough, grueling, happy, and sometimes it'll even kick you in the nuts.
