Chapter 9

• Gracie felt everywhere grow warm and fuzzy as she kept drowning shots. She hoped her liver could afford how much she drank. She just needed the shitty feeling to go away...
• "You look like you need to vent" a smooth voice suggested and Gracie turned to face a woman who looked super attractive even though she was viewing her through drunken eyes. Something also kept screaming in her head that she knew the strange mysterious woman, but since she was almost shit-faced drunk, it seemed unlikely.
• Gracie chuckled and twirled her drink, her gaze fastened on the glass as of it was suddenly a mysterious item. "Vent? I guess you could say I had a shitty day at work. Might get fired too since I got into a showdown with the boss and also left before closing hours so I guess my life sucks." She drowned the content in her glass at one go barely grimacing.