THIS WILL BE AWKWARD SINCE I DON'T DRINK ALCHOHAL, FORGIVE ME.

I opened the door to the bar, determined to get sloshed. To wash away the pain with alchohal. Well, I was already half way drunk, but can't hurt right? Well kinda, but who gives a damn? Certainly not me. (YEAH THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY CLEAR For a drunk person, JUST TO GIVE YOU THE GIST OF WHAT IS HAPPENING.)

I stumbled over to a wooden bar stoll and slumped down onto the..erm...bar counter. I buried my head in my arms. Oh god, I am acting like such a baby. But who cares? I have the right to. After the lies, and the pain, and the...other stuff, I deserve to be pissed and act like a freaking baby! I'm just glad I got out of there before I made a make shift knife and stabbed Jinx through the slot with it.

Jinx...Jinx is one thing to think about. And yes, I consider her a thing. What's her deal...what's up with here, really? I mean...one moment she is trying to murder you and then she's hitting on you. It's creepy. I just wanna break her freaking skull. I want to hear her bones break. I want her to die and never come back. And even when she dies it won't be enough! No...I'll still have this anger. This stupid uncomfortable feeling. This freaking rage that makes me want to stab someone to death. Well, I've always had that rage, but um...this is worse. But enough about that I didn't come here to stress...or have a pity party...I came here to get drunk..and maybe I don't know...well whenever I drink I do crazy things. One day I woke up in Ionia where apparently I had forcedly made out with a monk. I woke up with alot of bruises. Heck I still have them. It was like 2 weeks ago. A celebritory drink (actually drinks) for joining the force.

"Mam?"

"Wha...t?"

"Would you like a beverage?"

"Um sure, whatever."

"What will it be..from the looks of you..something strong?"

"Yeshh-shh"

Way to sound proffesional Vi. Way to sound proffesional.

I swear I heard the bartender chuckle.

Good, at least he's having fun.

He came back with a giant bottle of something, and a shot glass. He poured me a shot.

"Just give me the bottle."

"That bad huh?"

I gave him a glare, and he handed over the bottle. I grabbed it out of his hand and took a giant swig of it.

I started coughing and tried to wipe off my tounge with my hair. Still tasted horrible.

"Would you prefer something else?"

"No *cough* I'm *cough* good."

Rule of thumb. The worse the flavor, the better to get drunk with, that's my philosophy.

3O MINUTES LATER...OH DEAR VI, OH DEAR...

I staggered around the bar, and walked up to...Caitlyn?

"HEY CAITLYN!"

No response.

"Caitlyn, talk to me to dammit!"

No response.

"Caityln I have something to fucking tell you!"

I stumbled over there, only managing to trip once, and grabbed Caitlyn by the shoulder...huh don't remember it being that big.

"HEY CAITLYN FREAKING LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M FREAKING TALKING TO YOU!"

Caitlyn turned around and looked at me. Huh, funny, I don't remember Caitlyn having a beard...and being like a billion years old.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the hell happend to you Caitlyn, you look like you got mauled by a bear...and then a rat nested on your face...damn...what the hell are you smoking?"

"What did you just say?" Responded a gruff voice.

Wait...this wasn't Caitlyn. Oh fu-

A fist hit me in the nose. I stumbled back and fell. The pain only stinged a bit. Hahaha. Baby hands. Then I looked at my hands, they were covered in blood. As I laughed hysterically on the floor the coppery flavor of blood filled my mouth. It's scent filled my nose. I stood up and dusted myself off. No fucking way you're getting away with that you bastard.

I walked up and grabbed the man on the shoulder, forcing him to turn back around. He turned around, clearly pissed..I think..my fist hit him to fast for me to tell. He doubled over in pain, now we have matching noses, twinsies yay! Wait I take that back...he's ugly.

I walked rounded on him, more happy to be punching someone than actually pissed.

I slugged him again, this time it hit him on the mouth and chin. He stumbled back and fell down. He looked like he had been tortured or something, blood everywhere. It poured out of his nose, his mouth, and a cut on his cheek. And the funny thing is, I was just using my bare hands. He raised his hands to submit. Oh no you're aren't gonna do that to me again...no one is going to do that to me again.

"You done already? Well I'm just getting started." I managed to slur out.

I sat down on his chest and started punching him reaptedly in the face. He had two black eyes now, one was swollen shut, the other was flooded with blood. His nose was black and blue and red and bleeding. His whole face was a mass of bruises, his lips were puffy and swollen, oh, and bleeding as well. My knuckles were bleeding now. Covered in scrapes and cuts, they were raw, and it hurt like hell to punch him each time. But I didn't want to stop. Two security drones came and grabbed me off the man. I looked up. Everyone was staring at me with horror and shock. Oh well. Nuffin I hadn't seen before. I looked at the man...oh god...it looked like a freaking chain saw massacare. Oh god ...was he..dead?

I slumped down as the drones carried my body to the police car. Hey look, actual police this time. One was reading me my rights as I laughed and laughed.

I stopped laughing.

What the hell was that? What the hell really? I sounded like..like..Jinx.A chill ran down my spine as bile crawled up my throat I'm...I'm..like he-

NO! I am nothing like that freak.

As soon as the two drones pulled me out of the police car, I shoved them both away. I tried to run, but stumbled and tripped, falling on the ground. I wretched and barfed up bile and a clear liquid that was like acid. It was acid..and alchohal. My hands tugged at the grass as I tried to force myself up. But then I was carried away by drones again.