Lash. And not crying hysterically or yelling stuff. Good. That kind of shit had a way of making her feel uncomfortable. When her dad died, crying lasted a few minutes, and then the violence took over. Dwelling on death, even with someone she cared about, had its way of paralyzing people, and it wasn't something she needed.

But for Punchy? She was drinking, if only because it seemed natural to do it and remember the guy. Wherever someone like him went, she knew a different kind of celebrating needed to be had.

He reminded her that it was all right to just chill, to live. Anyone like that deserved a send off in her own way.

"Hey Lash! I have a question for you!"