Chyler groaned, bumping her head to the kitchen surface in her house. She was feeling a slight humming in her head already, and she didn't even drink that much. What was she doing with her life?
"Why the hell she can't be normal?" she groaned to the surface, leaving a bit of steam on it, but she paid no mind. The glass clinked when it bonged the bottle that was already half empty. She looked at the etiquette and then snorted with disbelief.
Cabernet. Exactly something that Callaghan used as a nickname for her. She rolled her eyes and zeroed the glass to refill it, she sighed, and shook her head once more, zeroing the glass right away.
"You should stop before you regret it, my dear." She heard a low voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Dana, already drunk as well.
"You are not sober."
