I don't even realize I'm heading toward the drinks until I'm already there.Becaus my hands feel useless just hanging at my sides, and my thoughts are getting too loud again.
A server passes by, balancing a tray of champagne flutes like it's nothing.
I don't hesitate, i reach out, grab one, and before I can overthink it….i drink all of it in One go.
It burns slightly going down, dry, and I have to swallow twice to get it down properly. My throat tightens for a second, my eyes blinking at the sudden rush.
Okay. That was too… fast.
I exhale through my nose, setting the empty glass back onto the tray just as the server pauses beside me, probably surprised I didn't sip it like a normal person.
I don't care, not really.
Because for a brief second, the edge in my chest softens…just enough.
I reach for another, much slower this tim
Or at least I intend to be slower.
My fingers wrap around the stem, lifting it…..
"Well, that's one way to survive a night like this."
