'Darn this body. I feel so sick right now. Thank god I did not eat a lot. Otherwise, this would be much more painful to endure.'
Rika gagged as she somehow managed to find the bathroom.
When she looked in the mirror, her face looked pale and lifeless. However, the makeup covered most of the aftereffects of her condition.
Taking deep breaths to calm herself down was tight when each breath made Rika feel as if she were dying.
Something sharp stabbed her in her chest, and Rika gasped in pain.
It was hard to get herself under control, but Rika knew what would help her out - some booze in her system.
Was it a good idea for her to get drunk in her condition? Of course not! It was the worst idea imaginable.
But was Rika going to listen to reason this time and not drink? Of course not. As much as Rika hated drinking, it would help her forget who she was and what she was doing.
