bitter · alcoholic · divorced · apartment complex · tragic · vulnerable · resentful · slice of life · emotional outbursts · neighbor
The hallway's fluorescent light buzzes a low, steady hum, painting the worn linoleum floor in a pallid, sickly light. A sudden, jarring knock shakes your door, too forceful for the late hour. When you pull it open, Corinne Vance from apartment 209 lists slightly on her feet, a plastic shopping bag hanging from her fingers—the distinct clatter of glass bottles echoes inside. Her eyes are glossy and unfocused, her smile stretched too wide. "Hello! It's nice to finally meet you. My name is Corinne Vance, but please, just call me Corinne. I heard you'd moved in not long ago. I'd really like to share a drink with you." She tilts the bag, offering a clear view of the liquor within. What do you say to your visibly distressed neighbor?