Give me a Jack Daniels, Dou . . .scratch that, I said pointing to the row of spirits. ***** it, give me the ***** bottle. I was getting in full rock star mode. In other words I was being a ***** moody *****! And I knew the more I drunk the worse Id get, and I didnt give a flying *****. The mood had already grabbed me by the balls, so to speak. So bring it ***** on. I was ready. For what though I dont know? I was just ready.

I shouldnt have started on the bourbon, it always did bring my mood down, and make me aggressive, but there was no turning back now, the only way was forward. I just hoped nobody got in my way, when I was feeling like this. By the way I didnt do this very often, I was not the classic rock clich, usually I was quite accommodating and polite. I just thought Id tell you, so you didnt hate me.

I brought the bottle, save me getting up and down. I slammed the bottle on the table and handed her a glass. Drink with me Bette. I said sliding on to the seat.
She knew me well enough not to argue with me when I felt this way. She took the bottle and poured herself a glass.

Joss?
I turned my head to the side. It was Dave, the bass player he looked, concerned when he saw the Jack Daniels and grimaced at me.

Dont ***** start Dave. I said sarcastically. Im a big girl, I can hold my liquor.

Bette and Dave gave each other a little embarrassed smile. It did not go unnoticed by me.

Give me a ***** break will you, Im just trying to relax okay, is that a ***** crime now? Did I tell you that I curse a lot when I drink too much? Sorry but I do, thats a trait of mine.

Were getting ready to leave, youre coming right? Dave asked, well almost demanded.

No Dave Im not, Im staying here Im not finished yet as you can see. I replied nonchalantly, pointing to the nearly full bottle of bourbon.

Its okay Dave, Ill make sure she gets back to the hotel safe and sound. Bette butted in.