Down the corridor @ DTXing is an underground drugstore ... why not? A ways up from the turnstiles. There's a girl there who tends it. She is beautiful, stunning even. Why not? Red hair, green eyes, a nose ring. She wears no makeup. "I'm already made up." she says.
She fills prescriptions. Fast, for people on the go. For all those who fly past with that look of crazed cattle. She serves it up fast for them at this underground drug store, which by the way is called Millennium Drugs. "Lot's of prozac" she tells me in confidence.
I'm a regular. Not for the prozac. More for the occasional drink. You see, it's not just a drug store. It's a bar as well. A combo thing, like those soda fountain/pharmacy deals they used to have. "I'm like a soda jerk" she says " 'cept it's booze, ya jerk."
"Sure," I say "why not?"
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