She drank one glass after another, her eyes squinting at the faint streetlight seeping through the window, glaring enough to make her wince.
After one bottle, her mind started to feel hazy. Katie Hades laughed at herself mockingly; her tolerance for alcohol wasn't great. Usually, two bottles were enough to get her drunk, but today she just couldn't seem to reach that state.
Originally thinking that getting drunk would help her sleep, she ended up tossing and turning for a long time. It was almost half-past eleven, and she still didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.
"Bang," she kicked the coffee table savagely. After a harsh clatter, the empty bottle fell over and rolled onto the carpet.
Katie Hades frowned, opened another bottle, and guzzled it directly, downing half a bottle in one go. The scene in front of her began to shake continuously.
