The cheap vodka bottle appeared on my desk some time around nine o'clock Saturday night, Ella who had taken one look at stained face with tears and suggested we did get drunk just for the night.
"This was a terrible idea," I slurred, as I unscrewed the cap and sipped the drink from the bottle. It burned down my throat, harsh and unforgiving, just what I needed.
"Probably," Ella said, grabbing the bottle from me and downing her own share. "Sometimes terrible ideas are the ones that make the best sense, and besides you've earned this."
"He said yes to her." I seized the bottle back, and took another long drink. "She just summoned herself to him and he said yes, Ella, he agreed to be with her right in front of me."
"I know, honey." she said, reaching out to lose strands of my hair and pulling back to my ear.
"What do you think they are doing right now?" The question came out broken and pathetic. I hated myself for asking but I couldn't stop the words. "Do you think they are?"
