#twelvefaced

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Re-aquiantence [Closed RP]

It was another rough day, they lost a patient to blood loss and there was nothing she could have done to stop it. It was Isa's job to contact the deceased's family. Every time she had to do it, it made her think of home and the way her parents must've grieved for her once they found out what had happened. The details of her death were never publicly released but with some research, she found that her town had an obituary published in her honor. How quaint. Isa left work early since the shift made her head spin with emotions. Today was a knock-out drunk kind of day, a forget-what-you-came-for kind of day. She sat on a barstool and motioned for the server to make their way over. "I'll take the best moonshine you've got and some change for the jukebox, please."