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Smudge swaggered into the bar a little after midnight and saw Pasha siting by himself, eyes red. He held a cup of rice wine, but it was full. It looked as if he’d forgotten it was there. Smudge frowned.
He ambled up to the table. “Something’s wrong, I guess.”
Pasha looked up and caught his green eyes with his own, but looked past him, expression blank. Then he blinked. “Oh, what was it? Smudge. Sorry. Just your eyes…”
Smudge looked uncomfortable. “Where’s your sister? But I suppose that’s why you’re sober and miserable. She pouting in the room?”
Pasha shook his head and swallowed before draining the cup and setting it down. “We had a fight.” His voice was soft and ashamed. “She left. Just before sunset. She does this. She does this all the time, but she should be back by no
