Ausha snorted as she poured herself another Jack. Sure he did, she thought sullenly. Loved her so damn much he threw her to the wolves. She shook her head. Only one wolf really. All the rest seemed to be as fucked up as she was. “I’m not going to think about it.” Her mumbled words were slurred as she poured herself another round. “Everything okay, boss?” Had she been sober, Ausha would have realized how worried Jeff was and how oddly the bar’s patrons were looking at her. Always in control of everything, from her emotions right down to how much booze she drank probably made seeing her throw back one after another a very strange sight. She couldn’t seem to bring herself to care. Right now all she could focus on was forgetting. Forgetting so much ugly happened out in the great big world they all inhabited, forgetting how she sat there and listened to story after story. Introducing herself had been bad enough. Since moving to Memory, Ausha had kept to herself and purposefully so.
