Cassie's position was pretty much the same as Maya's only this was about the fifth drink she'd had, and it was only the current one she was staring into, her eyes half focused as she over thought things.
She turned her head slightly when the woman spoke and laughed bitterly. "Tell me about it," she replied, picking up her drink and swirling it arund in her glass, "you want to know they worse thing? It doesn't get any better."