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Liz sighed deeply and stumbled to her feet.  The alcohol was already taking its toll on her, making her feel woozy.  She needed to lie down and chill for a bit, let the concoction of confusion and vodka run its course.  Writing music wasn't as easy when she was drunk.

As she was shambling like a zombie towards the stairs, her head about to split open, a familiar blonde brushed past her in a forceful gait, nearly knocking Liz down.

[color=6ecff6]"Alex?"[/color]  She mumbled.  She knew something was up with that chick, but what?  [color=6ecff6]"Alex hey!"[/color]  Liz tried to get her attention but the woman was already gone, having vanished with the slam of a door offstage somewhere.

[color=6ecff6]"Ugh!  Just my fucking luck..."[/color]  It was gonna be one of those days she guessed, just deciding to sit at the bar for now and wait.  Those stairs were a bitch to climb anyways.