Built to Drink - P1 (WG)
When did she ever become drunk this easily?
Jessica sipped back her scotch once more, ignoring the sting in the back of her throat. Enough strength behind that flavor to distract her from the loud noise--music. Technically music. More like electronic beats without melody. Without taste, either. Just left her with a headache, her eyes sore, unfocused.
Part of her wanted to go home. Melissa was already blathering off with some guy in the corner. Jessica knew him from somewhere. College? Maybe a coworker back at the theater? Didn't matter. He seemed alright. He got a cute butt. Probably all Melissa cared about right now. Neither of them were looking for any serious relationships. Just a quick night out. Not that a boyfriend or girlfriend would be totally unwelcome, just not financially feasible.
Still, she only had two scotches. Not enough to get this light headed.
Conversations flew by her ears like oil atop water—sliding about, never mixing or connecting with anything. She wanted