If things were bad before they had ended up even worse, Charlotte had left work at two pm under the guise of going to a meeting, before sitting in a dark corner of a bar all on her own for the next five hours steadily drinking dirty martinis. She’d taken breaks from that of course, but only in order to take more Xanax in order to numb the rising feelings in her chest, so now she was some kind of numb drunk tiny woman. It didn’t help that she hadn’t eaten in about forty eight hours so every ounce of gin had gone straight to her head. Staggering up to the door she hoped was still Jonny’s although he’d been staying with a friend before, what if he wasn’t still there? Maybe he was staying with anouther friend now, but she didn’t care, slamming her fist against the door as she slumped on the frame. “Jonny…you in there? Open up!” She slurred, closing her eyes for a moment before forcing her to stand up straight again, at least she thought it was straight. “Do you still like me?” She called. @jonnymcguire