Open, if anyone wishes
She was here, as she said she would be, although part of her is still wondering why. Alcohol has never been close to the Drug Gods - certainly doesn't consider them family - and eventually, she simply decides to chalk it up to morbid curiosity.
It's not that she doesn't understand commitment, it's part of who she is in one sense of the word after all, but relationships are something else altogether. She still doesn't get those and hopes she never does.
The ceremony is interesting, for lack of a better word, but she can't stop herself from huffing out a quiet snort of laughter when the deal is sealed. As for the reception, Alcohol sits alone, running a finger slowly around the rim of a glass of champagne she never drinks from.