Drinking
John frowned as he saw Marty walking into Rodi's. It had been a week since they had buried Cole. At first he thought that he was helping her through the pain, but then she retreated inside herself, so deep that he couldn't find her. She never wanted to talk about Cole...all she wanted to do was drink. "Marty, what are you doing?" John asked.
"I would like a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass please."
"Drinking won't help anything. It's not going to bring Cole back...it's not going to make you feel better. Cole wouldn't want you to self destruct over him."
"Don't you talk to me about my son and what he would have wanted. He's not here anymore and I'm dealing with it the only way I know how. I didn't come here to be lectured. I came here for a drink. Are you going to serve me or not?"
"I'm not going to help you hurt yourself."
"Fine...I'll take my business elsewhere."
"Marty, I want to help you. Let me take you somewhere and we can talk."
"Go find some other damsel in distress to save. I don't want or need your help," Marty stated as she walked out the door.