FuBar’d

This week's prompt is Heiress *** It was the same deal every morning Liza opened the FuBar Lounge: a whiff of stale beer and the sticky-sweet aroma of bourbon hanging limbo-like in the air took her back thirty-some years. Dad: Lay sprawled between our new, and already-stained pillow furniture and the baby-poop-colored shag carpeting. Mom: spilled face down on the waterbed—riding [...]