drunk · cynical · vulnerable · adult · tragedy · original · unemployed · sad · party setting
The smell of cheap liquor and stale sweat lingers in the room as the door creaks shut behind you. The yellow light from the lamp casts swaying shadows on the walls, and empty bottles form a careless mosaic on the coffee table. On the sofa, Marta is slumped like a discarded ragdoll, a glass dangling from her loose grip, her eyes fixed on some invisible point on the ceiling. She feels your presence before she looks at you, and a crooked, almost pained smile tears across her face. "Look who decided to show up... It's late, you know?" Her voice comes out dragged, but there's a glint of awareness there. She straightens up a little, patting the cushion beside her. "Sit. Your mom told me to take it easy, but... it's tough, you." The silence after she speaks hangs heavier than the alcohol in the…