"I'm good! You?" I asked her. All this time, I could feel Hades observing me. I turned to look at him and it feels like i was the most fascinating thing in front of him.
"I'm perfectly good!" I could hear her slur a little bit. Oh. My mother was a little bit drunk. Every time she would get drunk, we would spend our whole time laughing or joking about other people. "I heard you couldn't make it to the beach house because of the rain" She said. I was soon worried. She was alone. When she was drunk and alone, she tended to be sad.
"Yeah, we're leaving the hotel tomorrow" I told her. "What are you drinking?" I enquired.
"How did you know?" She asked and giggled a little bit. I took a deep breath and listened as she gulped.
"I had dinner with Stella. So we had some wine" she said. "She just left" She continued.
"Why are you still drinking then?" I asked.
