Chessebelle gulped her cup of sake, taking all of the liquid down her throat at once. She put the empty cup back on the sterile lab table, frowning down at her bleary reflection.
Was that the steel of the table or her tears hindering her from seeing correctly?
Perhaps it was the sake, she thought blandly as she took the bottle of alcohol and filled up the cup once more.
A glance to the floor indicated this was her third bottle tonight.
Thunder clapped outside the walls of the laboratory.