SKETCH

If he can do it, so can I

Eva was a mess last night. Her share must have been cut to many times. To much laxatives. She was up against the walls, down on the floor, on top of the roof. I watched from the corner table, hiding in the shadows. Sipping on bloody marys. Pretending the evening was in fact brunch time.

When E left, with some perfect looking young model type, I couldn't bare myself to go home. Didn't want to see his bag standing there in the hallway, alone. Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

So when he sent a drink my way, I downed it in three gulps. Later, he downed all my sorrows for three hours.