Re: [Dahlia's trailer.]
[As soon as the door was cracked open, the thick, cloying stench of liquor bolted out like a dog pawing at the door. It was followed by everything else that had been bottled up all weekend in the tiny tin can of a home--bile, sweat, the dishes piled up in the sink right by the door. An somewhat impressive collection of empty fifths cluttered the sink and the space around it, as well. Evidence of a longer habit, perhaps, but given that the alcoholic smell was biting enough to practically get drunk off of it alone, who could say how long (or not) they'd been there?
There was still no answer. No, wait--there's a sickly noise from inside, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, quiet and somewhat muffled. But that was all.]