"....drink miss?" the waiter asks.
"Yes please" she replies. Her head is starting to buzz. She likes this feeling. Her inhibitions start to fade, but she is still catching conversations from other tables. Funny how other people's conversations are more interesting than her own.
She stares at her friend wondering what she sees in her. They have nothing in common. They do talk a lot. But they don't value the same things in life. Maybe because they grew up differently. At any rate, at the present time she just wishes she could disappear. Where would she go if she could go anywhere right now? Maybe nowhere. Maybe being lost in space wouldn't be so bad. Would it be so wrong to not want a purpose in life? Is that even possible? Even protons and electrons have a purpose. Even fucking amebas have a purpose!
Oh, these thoughts are killing her. Just take another drink. Drink it away. Maybe in the morning she will only have a hangover to worry about.
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