Bette lazily eyed the lounge chair by the pool and purposely launched towards with the uncertainty that she would make it before falling. Given her drunken stupor, it took her awhile to navigate her course from the house to the chair.  Upon arriving and without tripping or falling, she slowly maneuvered her inebriated body into it and narrowly escaped falling on the pebbled cement.  She awkwardly stretched out her long legs and leaned her back against the cushioned back panel. Even with her awkward imbalance, she managed to hold in her hand the Austrian crystal tumbler filled with whiskey. Lifting the glass to her mouth, she swilled down the whiskey until the last of the cool brown liquid rolled out of the glass. She grunted softly as her liquid mistress snaked its way down into her stomach. She took momentary pleasure in feeling the whiskey warming her inner cavity and silencing the inner pain that had collapsed her heart and soul.

 

She couldn’t remember how many drinks that she had tonight before she got to The Planet, during Dana’s and Tonya’s engagement party at the Planet and now at home– but she didn’t care either.

 

She leaned her head back onto the cushioned back panel of the chair and looked beyond the din of the LA ambient light into the night sky. She squinted looking for something bright to send her hope that everything was going to be okay. Her hazy stare did not register any stars – none that twinkled down to her. ‘Humph, Just as well,” she thought, ‘all of the stars burned out of my horizon too.’ She wanted more to drink but remembered with great remorse, that when she grabbed for the whiskey bottle from the black and gray marble kitchen countertop, it toppled over and broke in the stainless steel kitchen sink. Her only comfort of the night had oozed its way down the drain leaving half-broken bottle in its wake. She cursed herself for her sloppiness and decided for her personal safety, she could not – should not – leave the chair for some time.

 

Instead, she leaned over to put her glass on the ground and felt her body and the lounger fall sideways. She awkwardly caught herself and rolled back in place. “***** it!” she sneered and let the glass drop to the ground. The crashing sound below her caused her to jump. After realizing what it was, she lazily looked over the side of the lounger. “*****!” she muttered but did nothing to pick up the shattered pieces. It occurred to her, even in her semi-lucid state that her heart felt like the shards of glass below her – broken, scattered and abandoned. This thought caused her to internally wince.

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