"Leave me alone, please?"

"Why? So you can wallow in your self pity, or depression, or love? Which is it by the way?"

"Neither."

"Oh, so you are an alcoholic?"

"Can’t you just leave?"

"My job is to help people, and you look like you need more help than any helpless girl" she takes another swig of her beer.

I chug mine down and then look at her.  "Why would you help a girl?"

"Cause I’m a psychiatrist" she smiles and now I know…. she’s the crazy one.  

"Right, and I’m guessing the the girls you help are a lot like me huh?"

"You bet, sometimes even worse, cause they’re too nice, unlike you."

"So that’s why you sat down huh?"

"No, I was seruious when I said you looked like you need a friend. I was you once, drowning in bottles and shots like nothing mattered but what I loved."

"Oh, and you’re oh so happy now?"

"No, I’m not. But I know that alcohol doesn’t cure the stuff inside."

I just look at her; she seems wise, and she is very pretty. Her eyes kinda strike me. I shake it off and just look away. I can’t be mean to her now….. she’s like me and she’s been trying to help. Maybe I should accept…….. I laugh.

"Look, if I need help, I’ll be sure to come to you. I’m fine right now, great with the alcohol."

"Bullshit."

"Look, I’m fine."

"Bullshit." she laughs.

"I am!"

"Bull-fucking-shit" she says again.

"Stop!"

"Bullshit." she smiles at me.

"I can-"

"Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit."

"Ugh!"

"Ugh-bullshit!" she laughs again, and I follow suite. "I knew I could get you to laugh."

"Please stop." I say not even knowing it.

"Why? Because I’m the first person to give two shits and not just wanna get into your pants? Because I seem to care and have the ability to make you forget about her for a little bit and it scares you? Or did you not realize you forgot about her during this time?"

I’m left wide mouthed. She’s right……. I forgot all about her…….. I can’t even….. I don’t know? What happened, and who is this girl?

"Can I have your name now that I have figured you out."