Pizza’s in the freezer. Try not to cause any trouble. M x Sienna silently thanked the Gods (“If you actually exist.” She added as a snide afterthought), and immediately made a beeline towards the fridge and her mother’s ‘secret’ bottle of vodka that she kept hidden at the back of the vegetable drawer. Plunking down on one of the uncomfortable, flat, solid oak chairs with a bone-weary sigh, she poured herself a generous measure into a large tumbler glass. She held the glass up close to her face, observing the crystal clear liquid as it swirled around the bottom, as if it were a fine wine she was about to sample and dissect. She toyed with the idea of downing the half-full tumbler in one go - no point in pussy footing around - before glancing at the clock and realizing it was only 4:30 pm. Her sensibilities got the better of her, and so she rose from her seat with another exasperated sigh and reached for the Coca-Cola in the cupboard.
