For Curt

[pitchslapped]

She couldn't stand Jesse there but, as it turned out, she couldn't stand him gone, either. She'd paced around the apartment for a couple of hours and, just when she felt like she was about to go out of her mind, she decided to go out. Maybe she could drink enough to pass out and then, in the morning, she'd feel okay. Maybe.

She finds herself in a bar - she didn't even stop to see which one - and she's drunk enough that the world is swimming, slightly.
The thought of going home? Still makes her feel like she's about to start screaming.

"Can I get another one of these?"

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[feel_myhell]

"It's on me," Curt said, sliding up to the bar next to her and set a bill on the counter.

"I'll take a bourbon. Double." He perched himself on the stool at her side, and then cut her a look.

"Bad night?"