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[color=darkgray]One shot. Two shot. Three shot. How many shots? Allison had honestly lost count of how many shots she'd taken over the past few minutes. Tara wasn't really much of a help in regulating that, either. Little did the either of them know, however, alcohol was having even more of a detrimental effect on the poor doctor. For someone who studied the human body, she had no idea just how hard the shots were hitting her. She'd been around the block when it came to alcoholic drinks, but she hadn't really gone this hard prior to today. Tara was egging her on to drink more and more and Allison just did it. It was rather dangerous, considering she had little to no idea what her limit was. 

Whatever it was, she was way past it. The bartender had considered cutting off poor Allison a couple of times, but she insisted that she was fine, despite the bartender's objections. Eventually, she cut herself off. The taste of... whatever the hell it was that she was drinking got too icky. She was slumped over on the counter, her legs a slight bit too wobbly for her to even attempt walking around. It was probably a good choice, considering most of her inhibitions were gone, meaning that she was a significant amount more likely to say something she shouldn't really say, even if she may have thought it.

Tessa's comment earlier had stuck with her, and it had way too much weight on her than it should've. Did people really still think of her as Adderall Allison all of these years later? It was pretty insulting to the person she was today, the obstacles she overcame to be standing today as Dr. Allison Bentley-Song and not in some corner in Miami trying to score some cash for a quick dime bag of coke or something. Allison felt like her efforts were being reduced to the fact that she just had access to adderall. Nobody knew just how hard it was for her to kick the habit while in school, and trying to be as competitive as she could in that.

As much as she still resented Grayson for his comment, she also had to give him credit. He was right, after all. It was something that needed to be addressed. However, Allison had too much pride for herself to even think of admitting he was right. She couldn't bear to even think about the possibility of admitting he was right. She'd rather die than do that. However, there was no changing the fact that he actually was, and it tore her up every single day.

She raised her head from the counter, looking at Tara. There was an unusually pleading look toward her. [color=pink]"Tara... do you think I'm stupid?"[/color] Allison asked, looking up at her, [color=pink]"I feel like people think everything I've done is just due to.. my [i]habit. I hate it...[/i]"[/color][/color]