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Lilith had never been to a bar. Sure, she used to walk by them all the time back home but, usually, they were infested with football fanatics and loud college students, having nachos and watching games. Here, in this town, it was different. It repelled anyone who did not want to be seen as the quintessential drunk. Home of the lepers. A club, separating saints and sinners.
Although nobody seem to acknowledge the group of minors walking, entering the premises, she felt intrusive. Something in the depths of her being told her she shouldn’t be there. This wasn’t the simple fear of being caught in mischief, no. It was something more-