Not bothering to greet the hostess and her queen consort friend, Emilia, Sophia looked around before grabbing another glass.
Her one coping mechanism was drowning herself in alcohol.
"Well someone's going heavy on the bubbly," a voice chimed in.
"Shut it," Sophia answered instantly, knowing exactly who it was.
"Nicholas, I don't have time for your judgement. I have problems that need solving," she retorted.
She stopped and thought about it.
"Although, you're right," Sophia said, nodding.
Nicholas tilted his head, confused by her sudden change in decision.
"I'm definitely going to need something far more stronger than champagne," Sophia said decisively.
Nicholas blinked. That was not what he meant at all.
He watched whilst Sophia poured herself whiskey in a shot glass.
"And drowning yourself in champagne is what you think will work rather than facing whatever problem it is you're facing head on?" He asked, trying to be the voice of reason.
