To Take The Edge Off

 

“What The F*ck is Wrong With Me?” Part 6.


 

She’s wound so tight she’ll snap at anything or anyone.

She usually has more control on her emotions; she prides herself on self-discipline. But now, with all the stress she’s been under, anything and everything gets to her. So she drinks glass after glass, not caring that she’s been kicked out of this bar before. She’s had a long week—she needs this.

What she doesn’t need are the cops bargaining in, ruining her whiskey.

“Lucille Abrams, you’re under arrest for manslaughter in the first degree.” They slap the cuffs on her wrists.

They don’t let her finish her glass.

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