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âItâs not worth it. Itâs not worth it. Itâs not worth it. You donât even have a lime, it wonât taste good.â Gracie was mumbling to herself, finding that saying it out loud actually made it a real problem, even if she looked crazy. She felt crazy, if she were being honest. âEven one sip, itâs not gonna change anything. Water.â Taking a chug of her water, she took in a deep breath and looked back at the shot, about to reach out to dump it in her water (that waters it down, right?), but someone walked up and interrupted her self destruction. Looking at the man, she pulled the shot a little closer to her and smiled. âNo, please, um, have a seat.â Taking a smaller sip of her water, she took a calming breath. âIâm Gracie. What brings you here?â In the early afternoon, at a table of someone about to self destruct.
tanner didnât even know the girl. in fact, heâd never seen her at any of the bars and a part of him wondered if she was new into town or not. just because heâd never seen her, doesnât mean she wasnât from here and he had to realize that. he noticed her mumbling to herself but he decided not to say anything to her about it. of course, he didnât know what she said or what it was even about and maybe she was trying to get through something. anyways, who was he to judge? he nodded his head and took a seat across from her, taking a sup from his own drink. âhey, gracie. iâm tanner.â he paused, furrowing his eyebrows. âlike what brings me to the bar or what brings me to the table or tupelo?â he questioned.














