Miss Demise<br/>Blue Moon Bar<br/>Evening<br/><br/>Two more refills later, and Amy was just drunk enough to get the buzz that she loved so much.  It wasn’t enough to ease her suffering mind however; as her thoughts circled around the mass of information that she was aware of.<br/><br/>The comedian was dead.<br/><br/>The news claimed that Dr. Manhattan was on mars.<br/><br/>Was there a connection between the two?  They both worked for the government after all.  Then again, so did that kid, and there was nothing on the news about him.  Then again, the news had yet to report the comedians death either; for all she knew the little boy was dead and gone already.  Pity, that would be a waste.<br/><br/>Taking a final gulp of the remainders of that golden elixir she loved so much; Amy places money on the table before rising to her feet.  It was late, and she was drunk.<br/><br/>There!  She just admitted to being a drunk…..that was supposed to be progress, right?  Like, if someone acknowledged when they were drunk; it meant that they were becoming less of an alcoholic..right?  It didn’t sound right.<br/>Walking through the crowded bar, Amy scowls as she feels a hand on her ass. Grabbing the wrist of the man who had done it in a tight grip, she pulls him close.  “Lets take this outside.” She all but hisses, pulling him through the crowd and out the door.<br/>It would feel good to break this guys wrist; but she’d be polite and do it outside.<br/>