[ Sarah's gaze flicks from Sarissa to the growing crowd to the bartender who's still approaching, and then all the fight seems to run out of her at once. She can't get arrested again. Shit. She'll end up on probation and someone will find out about the drugs and then she'll be fucked.
So she turns and leaves without another word to Sarissa, just heads for the door and out into the humid night air. She makes it to the curb before she crumples into a sitting position, boots in the road, head in her hands, sniffing angrily and hating herself for pulling shit shit again. She thought she was done being this person. ]
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So she turns and leaves without another word to Sarissa, just heads for the door and out into the humid night air. She makes it to the curb before she crumples into a sitting position, boots in the road, head in her hands, sniffing angrily and hating herself for pulling shit shit again. She thought she was done being this person. ]
Fuck.