Gracelyn looked at the boy, Xerox, offering her a drink. He was trying to be nice, but she wasn't quite in the mood for any kind of social talk. She looked at him and shook her head.

[color=lime]"Thanks, but no thank you. I have my own right here."[/color]

She pulled out a bottle of whiskey from her secret stash, and popped the top of the bottle. She poured it into her glass and took the first sip, letting it run down her throat. It felt good going down, washing away the bad thoughts from her mind. She felt slightly buzzed from the first bottle she drank, and was on her second one already. She felt more sociable now. Shoving the glass off the counter onto the floor near her legs, she turned to Xerox.

[color=lime]"I guess this isn't much of a celebration, since there's only three of us here."[/color]