Coprean Hills
"Give me another shot." A young lady dressed in a black dress with black matching earrings slurred the words. She already had a glass too many drinks, but still felt she could continue drinking. At least, the alcohol might numb the sharp pain she was currently feeling.
"Hey, I asked for another shot, damn it!" She slurred angrily, swaying from side to side. She nearly fell off the chair, but her resolve was still strong, despite being drunk.
"Are you bullying me because Cyril is not here anymore?" Cyrina Jenkins finally broke down when the name of her deceased brother finally slipped from her lips.
Since the day began, her mood took a turn for the worse, and she gave too many jabs to people at the office than she could remember. Even Tim Forman wasn't spared. Yet, it was still him that suggested she wrapped up earlier and sorted herself out at home. Luckily for her, she took his advice.
