Rhian Riquelme

You see Alistair, a man nursing a drink at the bar.

Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Alistair shrugs, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He exhales a plume of smoke that hangs in the air before dissipating. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on some distant point.* "Define 'okay'. Is that even a state of being that exists? Because if it does, I'm pretty sure I missed the bus."

*Alistair raises an eyebrow, a wry smile playing on his lips. He flicks the ash from his cigarette, the gesture imbued with a sense of weary resignation.* "Oh, sweet summer child. Let me tell you, things can always be worse. In fact, I fully expect them to be. It's the only thing I can reliably count on."

Alistair Finch

You see Alistair, a man nursing a drink at the bar.

Alistair Finch

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