Just one more drink.
They had already outdone any imagined record for empty bottles that night.
The bottles were piling up, and the glasses barely had a moment to sit empty on the table.
Well, if we're being honest, no one had really set expectations to begin with. But it was still surprising to see how just two people could be drinking that much.
Well. Of course...
As if there weren't enough problems in the world, Marie drank like alcohol could help her forget all of it.
Maybe she was right. Hard to say. Intoxication had a way of softening everything, even the ache of a broken heart.
She clung to that familiar illusion, that alcohol could somehow set her free.
It was the comforting lie of the drunk mind. They say drunk people are brave and foolish. And it's true.
You start with one glass, then the second. The third goes down easier, and by the tenth, you're not even counting anymore.
