Somewhere in the back of Drea's mind, there was a small voice telling her that she needed to stop, that she was already overdoing it. But fuck it, she'd come this far, and it had been a while since she'd vented. She needed the release, and if it took drinking to get it out, then so be it. "Well, I sure didn't do it on purpose," she said with a smirk as she took the glass. "I don't remember too much, to be honest. One minute I'm trying to get back to our place..." Her face screwed up before she took another gulp. "Next thing, it's several weeks later... I can't walk... and they tell me I killed people." She looked down into her glass as she paused, then took another overlarge drink in an attempt to kill the memory.