Hunting Grounds
Her friends told her she was an addict. She told them that so far as addictions went, hers didn't cost her a penny, didn't carry any risk of cancer, and the places she found herself at 2 or 3 in the morning were a lot nicer than on the corner looking to score a rock or joint.
So, she was at her usual haunt on the Middle East Side, or "Mutant Town" as it had become more commonly known. She knew she was dressed to kill, and was just looking for someone to have a good time with. If she could try something new, all the better. For the moment however, she had a nice virgin cocktail to keep her company.
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