No liquor and no cigarettes, stuck in the middle of who-the-****-knew-where with a group of strangers who, along with her, just barely survived getting murdered by a deranged cowboy and his two weirdo friends. Sandra had had quite a few fucked up days, but that one took top marks. What was worse, her bag was still on the bus. She had been fortunate to have slipped her phone in her jacket pocket, but other than that and her knives, she had nothing but the clothes on her back.

The entire ordeal left her feeling weak in the knees. She had guns pointed in her face, among other unsavory acts of villainy, but never anything like that. It was fucking supernatural. Driving up the side of a fucking building wasn't fucking normal! It wasn't possible!

She let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair. When a cigarette stub fell out, she raised an eyebrow but gave it no thought. "I need a drink. A stiff one." The only way off the building was the stairs. That meant having to talk to those fucking cops that were for sure congregating on the ground. ****. The last thing she wanted was to talk to the police. She hated them. Had far too many run-ins with the law to give a **** what some pig had to say.

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Vivan made sure her hat was properly positioned, before attempting to light a cigarette... only for her fingers to fail to produce a spark. "... damn." It took a lot out of her, [Witchcraft]; though perhaps that would help her in figuring out where she needed to go from here. So she turned to Debra in all her post-vomit glory.

"Where's the nearest place to get a bite to eat?"
She lifted her head slightly and noticed that one weird woman trying to... light a cigarette with her finger.

...

Sandra supposed she wasn't the only one taking **** hard.

"Light?" she said, offering her lighter.