[@Carlsberg]

[color=6ecff6]"Huh?  Oh, nah, it's cool."[/color]  Liz replied rubbing the back of her head, an awkward grin.  Mike wouldn't have minded it.  He was chill like that.  Besides, he probably still had a few drops of whiskey left to down.  Also, Liz didn't want to make this girl think it was her fault.  [color=6ecff6]"You uh...you live around here?"[/color]  She asked her.

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[@LiegeLord]

Michael was about half asleep, his eyes drooping shut almost and a half empty bottle of Jack barely clasped in his grubby hand.  He stared at the ground aimlessly, his expression just a blank slate.  His mind...it began to drift, began to fade away from reality as he heard it overhead.  

Distant first the sound, like the galloping of a hundred horses across barren plains, the beating wings of a helicopter soaring above him.  Then the shouts, the screams, the gunfire...it filled his ears and flooded his rapidly beating heart with such...horror.

He gripped his chest suddenly, feeling as if he was shot, literally feeling the searing torture of a bullet piercing into his flesh.  And just as it had begun, it ended, leaving the grizzled vet in a chilling sweat.

"Hey! You know where the nearest pharmacy is? Or a store that sells medicine?"

[b]"Huh?"[/b]  His tired eyes followed the voice to the young man's face.  A bit of a hoodlum he looked, but then again he looked like some washed up hobo.  [b]"Kinda looking in the wrong place, ain't ya, friend?"[/b]  Michael chuckled heartily.  [b]"There's a pharmacy about a couple of blocks on East Avenue.  Ain't far from here.  Everything okay?"[/b]