Accidentally posted chapter 10 instead of chapter 4...hope you forgive me

The place was badly illuminated despite the windows the building had, which were almost all closed due to the drapes being down, from what she could see the counter was meticulously clean, and the chairs were impeccable too, there were some tables here and there, almost placed randomly, not following a pattern. She sat down, she had the day off so why not enjoy it? She ordered an alcoholic drink and a plate of fish and chips. She looked at her wallet, she had more than enough to buy the food and drink.

She was more than a tad light weight, she was a newbie when it came to the drinking game, after that one drink she was feeling a buzz already, one that made her reckless, she ate as she kept on pilling and pilling up the drinks to help bring down the bitter taste of the fish. Someone had over used their vinegar, but she didn't care, with drinks it all tasted the same anyway. She felt like her head was in a higher place, like she was walking on sunshine, a song she sang with all the dignity of a toddler, she also sang the "ooh" parts. She felt like her head was in the clouds and there wasn't much she could properly do. Her eye to hand coordination was off and she felt like she was floating.

The few people who were there snickered at the clearly drunk person, as she entertained them with a off key rendition of several 80's and 90's songs. Betty liked the newer songs as well, some of them, guilty pleasures, but those she couldn't sing, she was being taken back to her days of being a teenager and listening to Michael Jackson and other pop artists. She, even being the head of a major organization for the good of the planet, sang about how bad she was bad (ooh), bad, really really bad she was, and how the kid was not her own.

It had been years since she had had a partner, there wasn't much she could do to gain a relationship when she was off on work for weeks on end, and the rare day off she spent wandering around. Men weren't keen on the whole "disappear" thing, and she couldn't exactly explain where she was going, because it was a secret. So the opportunities were few and far. And they always seemed to assume the worse, almost immediately.

She didn't know what about her frame made people assume she was cheating on them, but as she loudly wondered, giving away too much "I needn't need to know that" information (but not mentioning the secret organization, something she kept , somehow knowing how secretive it was in her drunken state, within herself), people looked on amused, while it wasn't as funny as her off key singing a drunken woman is a drunken woman.

She felt like leaving and she tried to count down how much she had to pay, the waitress, the one that had served her the ridiculous amount of booze, helped her on, not taking advantage of her. Betty dangerously walked, feeling nauseated, and wobbly, she couldn't keep a steady pace and she almost threw up on her way to the streets.

The waitress saw her leave and, feeling a tad of responsibility for the state Betty was in, decided to call her a cab, she had enough (from what she had seen of her wallet) to pay up the fare to any point in the city. She made Betty sit down as they waited for the cab.

Betty sat down head between her knees, feeling the touch of alcohol still in her throat, it burned, and she liked the burn, but at the same time it made her all tingly, and she didn't like those tingles all that much. She felt a chill down her spine, as she rushed to throw down whatever amount of food she had swallowed.

The waitress rolled her eyes, knowing all that vomit would be her burden to clean, but if someone couldn't handle their alcohol it wasn't her fault, she just had to keep on serving as her boss ordered.

"Why doesn't food..." – Betty started, her tone was miserable, her head had started to hurt, and her sense of feeling was off, she couldn't balance herself, and her stomach hurt. – "Ever tastes as good the second time around?" – She finished before puking once more.

The cab finally arrived, the waitress, carefully stepping to not put her feet on the puddle of puke, took Betty and supported her to the cab. The driver warned Betty that if anything went up and she made a mess, she would pay the cleaning of the cab. Betty didn't care she just wanted to go home.

Later on, when she awoke, Betty would have no recollection of what or whom she had done, besides the occasional flash, she saw the cab, the screams of the driver as everything went up, then it cut to her drinking, intertwined with memories of the music video for "beat it", and "Smells like teen spirit" for some reason, and some she was sure weren't real, like Disney buying Marvel, a thing she enjoyed, and then dragging herself to her bed, and falling asleep.

Her head ached like crazy, and the beeping of the pager wasn't helping she got up and looked through the window. No wonder it was so dark, it was night. She knew she had to be ready soon if they were to make the travel back to the secret base, which took several hours, so she would arrive in time.

She felt hungry so she just heated up some of that frozen food and decided to pass herself up. She quickly combed, just to let loose the odd strain on her hair, and then she hurriedly put on her suit. She put the eyepatch, crossing her eye, and she decided to leave.

She had a car, but she didn't feel like driving it. Besides her alcohol levels must have still been too high, she still felt some of the after effects.

They came to pick her up.

"Went partying?"

Betty wasn't one to party, but the driver slash pilot seemed amused

"You reek of it, maybe when you arrive you should take a shower"

Betty nodded, not too hardly, for the frozen food she had heated up still threatened to come up.

"Back to work it is"

They quickly delved into the traffic hurrying up to the helipad.