Mattie had only been home for around... twenty minutes, maybe. She'd been flying all day, and it had taken a lot out of her. Luckily, she got paid more at the liquor store than she probably deserved, which meant that she had money to pay for rent and utilities [i]in addition[/i] to her high energy needs and alcoholism. As a result of this perfect deal she'd snagged almost three years ago now, after Nick had left her like the piece of shit she should have known he was, she'd become a quite impressive flyer, as well as an impressive drinker, and a fairly good brawler (which was needed at the occasional bar). What was less impressive was her ability to stay in therapy. She'd decided about a month into her sessions that the shrink she was seeing was a complete prick. 

Today was her day off, which was why she'd been flying through the hours. She'd stopped at a fast food chain on the way home and ordered... how many again? She counted the paper wrappings along with the yet-unconsumed [i]triple[/i] cheeseburgers. Eight burgers. And some hash browns. And some fries. And some salad that she knew she wouldn't eat; she'd only ordered it out of guilt from ordering all those burgers. 

"Big family to feed?" the person at the drive-through had asked amiably. 

To which of course, Mattie responded, "No way, man, I'm just super stoned." 

Now, indulgently, she unwrapped the sixth burger while reclining on the couch. Oh, this was going to be good. She licked her lips, briefly wondered if she was really replenishing those lost calories or just eating herself to death, sank her teeth down into that lovely seared cowflesh... 

[i]Knock, knock, knock.[/i]

She let loose an irritated growl. No one ever knocked on her door, except for the same two white, greasy-faced Mormon teens every damn week. She'd tried to deter them by asking if they were polygamists. That hadn't worked, so she'd proceeded to ask them how magnets worked. It had only made the situation more awkward and they [i]still[/i] came back. So, she'd just about given up on them. She let them come in and sit down, zoned them out while they lectured her, made them coffee, and then told them politely just how terribly busy she was and that she'd think about what they said. 

She wasn't in the mood for them while she was pigging out. 

"Busy!" she shouted with a huff, and tucked into the sixth burger.