"Ugh!" She gritted her teeth, her nose flaring up in anger and frustration. Her fists balled on her sides, ready to strike anyone who would dare to mess with her.
She snapped her finger at the bartender, asking for another glass of her favorite cocktail drink. A dirty martini. One of the bar's most popular blends.
It had the right amount of alcohol, just enough to give her a buzz but not get her drunk or give her a hangover.
"Rough day!" The bartender, Dennis, who had served her regularly, casually commented.
Typically, Dennis was talkative, but at the moment, he kept much of his thoughts to himself. It seemed he understood that she fancied silence.
In response, she just nodded, saying and giving nothing away. Honestly, she just wanted to drown in alcohol and her own thoughts.
"Ms. Marianne, that's your fifth drink." The bartender said, reminding her that he was cutting her off.
Usually, her limit was just four glasses. But today, she needed more.
