“Who the fuck is Candice!”

I crawled over to the mini-bar and swallowed a mini-bottle of vodka.  I relished the sting as it went down and quickly reached for another.  As the mini-bottles of poison swam through my veins I pulled myself together and called Kelly.  She would be over in 20 minutes.  I took another bottle, I think it was rum that time, sucked it back slowly, desperate to put out the fire that was burning my insides.  I stumbled into the shower to wash the past hour away.  To wash Russell off of me.