No. [She takes the bottle back, and drinks again. She can feel the warmth spreading from the back of her head, making things a little more dull, a little fuzzier.
Whiskey on her breath, she turns to John.] You know me better than anyone else. I've always thought that.
[And it was a terrifying thought, one she'd never admit until she was under duress and working her way towards intoxicated.]
God, he's just-
No, I don't think I can. Not for that. Not for knowing what he knew about me. How much little things like that...
I should never have tried to date anyone. [She takes another drink, hanging her head.]
Whatever. Let's just- [now she wipes at the tears, an idea forming in her head. He'd cheated on her with her best girl friend. And she'd always been taught not to get mad, but to get even.
She doesn't remember how much she's had to drink.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 03:14 pm (UTC)Whiskey on her breath, she turns to John.] You know me better than anyone else. I've always thought that.
[And it was a terrifying thought, one she'd never admit until she was under duress and working her way towards intoxicated.]
God, he's just-
No, I don't think I can. Not for that. Not for knowing what he knew about me. How much little things like that...
I should never have tried to date anyone. [She takes another drink, hanging her head.]
Whatever. Let's just- [now she wipes at the tears, an idea forming in her head. He'd cheated on her with her best girl friend. And she'd always been taught not to get mad, but to get even.
She doesn't remember how much she's had to drink.]