It had been one year! One whole year since she had left him, the man she had been with for nearly seven years. The man who violated her, broken her mind, and gaslighted her in subservience. She was free now, free to make her own decisions even if they weren't the most helpful. The redhead could almost scream with excitement. She had since moved out of her parent's place, to a small one bedroom apartment downtown. The main attraction to this apartment, was it was within walking distance of her favorite pub. 

Amanda had become a bit of a fixture at the pub, visiting most nights that she wasn't out at the clubs or some wild house party. Tonight was to be no different, she sat in her room curling her red hair... sipping at a glass of red wine. She had been sipping for a few hours already, but she was about ready to head out for her 1 year anniversary of divorce. At six months she had gotten a rather inappropriate tattoo in tiny script along the left side of her upper ribcage. [i]'Fuck you Nathan'[/i] in Times New Roman, measuring just over an inch long. 

That was not her first tattoo, she had several... She was slowly covering them with bigger pieces, as some of them were gang related... the others reminded her of Nathan. Which was a no fly zone, anything that brought him to her mind had to go.She laughed thinking about it, She was still scared he would pop up in her life. She couldn't control it, so the best she could do was... laugh and hope it didn't happen. That the court ordered restraining order would be enough to scare him away.

When she was done getting ready she stopped in front of her full length mirror. She was dressed to kill. A rich burgundy, and strapless dress clung to her petite body, revealing most of her thighs. Her curls looked amazing, and framed her make up perfectly. "Looking good girl!" She said with a big smile across her deep red lips. 

She made her way down to the pub, only across the street and around the corner. "Dotty! I want my regular please, please!" She said as she made it to the bar, flagging down her favorite bartender. "I'm celebrating, girl! Don't hold out on me!" She pleaded. No matter how much perfume she put on, there was always a soft hint of weed following Amanda.

"And, what are we celebrating tonight, Amanda?" the older lady asked with sly smile, "That it's Tuesday? Cause yesterday you were celebrating Monday." She chided Amanda with a soft chuckle. "One glass of red wine, and a shot of fine tequila. Coming right up." Sthe bartender rolled her eyes.

Amanda smiled, and clasped her hands together thanking the bartender. "Your a sweetheart. I'm celebrating my divorce!" She said with a loud laugh. "One year of freedom down!" She chuckled, Taking the shot as soon as Dotty finished pouring it. "Another!" She cheered taking her red wine.

As the night rolled on, Amanda had snuck off to the backdoor to smoke... or the bathroom, where she allowed herself to take the last half bar she had. Inhibitions were gone, in a few hours... and by closing Amanda could barely speak separate words. Amanda was on the bar, giggling and singing into the bottle of Tequila. 

It didn't take long, for her escort to downtown to arrive. "I didn't dooo nuffin, officers."