The Velveteen Mask
"I hate her," Velvet spat as she slammed an empty mug down on the counter, then yelled, "Bartender! Another!" Nightingale squeezed Velvet's shoulder. "Look, I know you're upset, but-" Velvet glared at her. "But what? But I shouldn't drink? Why? Why shouldn't I?" Nightingale winced and shrunk back from her.
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