[GREYSON]
"Definitely drank too much," Mbali said to herself as she kept ignoring the feeling that someone was staring at her and that he or she was probably right in front of her.
She wanted to ginger it, but with every step she took into the pack house and the guest room where she usually slept when she came to Greyson, the more she was sure that this wasn't just about the liquor anymore.
Someone was here and Mbali was just too tired, and feeling like shit that if they tried to fuck with her, there was a very high chance that she would make them regret even considering looking at her.
She was in a pissy mood and she couldn't be blamed. The damn alcohol just made her feel full instead of helping drown her sorrows. This wasn't the kind of shit she hoped for but honestly, she was done trying to stay sane for everyone.
Maybe she would just screw everything up and make sure that no one ever stepped on her emotions again, right?
