After Hannah and herself had parted ways, Sally Ann easily tipped the remaining vodka down the back of her throat in a single drink. No, she wasn't proud of herself for it, in all honesty she was mostly disgusted, but she couldn't deal with things right now. Near death, crushing grief, and now this? Her anxiety issues had taken a turn to the extreme, and her old habits of dealing with it easily kicked back in without someone to keep her in check, or more so... a reason.
So heading towards the scattered crowd of people, Sally Ann steered herself in the direction of the alcohol. Grabbing herself a decent drink, she looked around for someone, but wasn't trying especially hard to run into anyone particular. Maybe she could just fly under the radar, drinking herself into oblivion in a private misery. Sighing audibly, she took another drink and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the relaxing feeling that tended to accompany her intoxication.