When I finally reached my apartment after that wretched dinner with Alex and his fake family, I pushed open the door to find Tina waiting there in a full-blown drunken stupor that hit me like a wall of vodka fumes.
She was completely intoxicated, her chocolaty-brown hair falling in wild, sweaty tangles around her flushed face, while her striking blue eyes—usually sharp as daggers—now glazed over with a hazy, alcohol-fuelled blur that made them look almost vulnerable.
"Where... w-were you, Sharon?" she slurred heavily, her words tumbling out in a messy drawl as she lurched forward unsteadily on her feet. "Were you... with A-Alex again?" She towered over me with her imposing height, her curvaceous frame swaying but still managing to slam me hard against the door with surprising raw strength despite her inebriated state, the impact rattling the frame and pinning my shoulders firmly in place.
