Felicity
"You know what? I care not", Felicity childishly chuckled at her own rhyme.

"Anyway, nearly gone: you'll be out of your misery"

She swigged the rest of the bottle, examining it carefully (As carefully as she could in her drunken state) then gently placed it upon the floor next to the couch. Her head was swimming: a pleasant swim that let her forget what was going on; a balance between blind amnesia and functionality.

"Anyway", she slightly slurred "How was your day?"