Chandra moped along the city sidewalk, absentmindedly pulling on a cigarette. She felt the prick of tears in her eyes, and quickly shuffled into a dirty looking bar. Can't have that, she thought. Unsurprisingly, she was alone here in the bar at 10 am. There was an old man tending bar, kindly looking with a frazzled gray beard. "Do I need to put this out?" she gestures at the Parliament clutched in