Nia raised her knife and stabbed the table, a huge grin on her face. It was pretty obvious to anyone who knew her that she was drunk. But Nia was hungry and she wasn't about to let anything get between her and food, except maybe more alcohol or candy. Nia decided that it was time to drink more. She didn't care that she had been drinking all night. It was a new day. Five o'clock was hours ago. It was time for food. More alcohol was due. And so was food.