Iris was tired these days. She had plans to fix it; a different job, different hours, longer nights spent in actual rest and not nightmarish tossing, things that would help her. That was all in transition, though. She was sure she'd have a handle on the nightmares, soon, she just had to find the right combination of fixes she read in the books. The job--well, she'd work on getting the job. Ella's was already paying more (against the odds, the numbers proved it), and she didn't have to work so much on the coffeeshop.
Tonight she needed to relax. That meant no men and no working and, if Katya was right, a good amount of alcohol. Iris ushered Katya in; it was cold inside, a little more than necessary, because the curtain was blowing over the broken window. Iris had done her best with her little heater, so it was tolerable. "I'll have to work to catch up. Come in."
Iris took a bottle and sat on the couch. She'd already changed into comfortable red sleep pants and a gray oversized shirt. The socks were a bit threadbare, but warm enough. "So congratulations on your wedding?"