The Makeover
“she hissed at the phone. She sighed when the call went to voicemail. She reached over and picked up the bottle, prepared to take a few sips to clear the cobwebs in her head, but realized the bottle was empty. Discouraged, she tossed the bottle towards the silver trashcan that was already overflowing with bottles labeled with her preferred brands—Smirnoff, Hennessey, Jack Daniel’s, and for those times she was low on cash, Mike’s Hard Lemonade.
Struggling to stand, she gripped the side of her ...bed and pulled herself off the floor. Swaying, she rubbed her temples. Her head felt like a ten-ton helmet. She shut her eyes and rubbed the stiffness out of her neck. She staggered out of her bedroom into the living room. Seeing an unopened bottle of Svedka on the dining table, she smiled as she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of orange juice. “I have to have my O.J. in the morning,” she whispered as she limped back to the living room. Slumping onto her soft, leather couch, she groaned as her muscles adjusted to the cushions. She twisted off the cap and poured a healthy amount of the vodka into her glass. “I wonder if I should be mixing this stuff with the Grey Goose I’ve been drinking.” She paused with her glass in midair, shrugged, then took a gulp. “Oh well, I don’t think mixing two brands of vodka will be a problem.”MoreLess
Struggling to stand, she gripped the side of her ...bed and pulled herself off the floor. Swaying, she rubbed her temples. Her head felt like a ten-ton helmet. She shut her eyes and rubbed the stiffness out of her neck. She staggered out of her bedroom into the living room. Seeing an unopened bottle of Svedka on the dining table, she smiled as she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of orange juice. “I have to have my O.J. in the morning,” she whispered as she limped back to the living room. Slumping onto her soft, leather couch, she groaned as her muscles adjusted to the cushions. She twisted off the cap and poured a healthy amount of the vodka into her glass. “I wonder if I should be mixing this stuff with the Grey Goose I’ve been drinking.” She paused with her glass in midair, shrugged, then took a gulp. “Oh well, I don’t think mixing two brands of vodka will be a problem.”MoreLess
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