Abi understood the voracious need to work, to get the ideas out and into the world but even she had her limits and would never work a damn second on a honeymoon. Why on earth Ernest had married a woman like that, she didn’t understand but then, as she realised, she didn’t know the man himself all that well, all told. He was a good listener and a good talker, though. That was nice to have.
“Thank fuck for that, I was beginning to doubt your taste in women, Ernest,” she muttered, feeling her brain begin to turn to jelly from the 8 or so shots of liquor she’d ingested. She was rather petite and hadn’t eaten much in the last few days. “God knows I’m no judge, though. But maybe you really should avoid China for the time being.”
Looking at the bottle of rum, she tilted her head and thought that she might as well. She was already at the drunk point of Past Caring Street and getting towards Stupid Decision Avenue, another couple of shots wasn’t gonna get her any deeper in the hole than she was already.
“Gotta be optimistic, you know?” she said, licking her lips as she swigged the rum. “We only get a few shots, maybe even one chance, one life. I don’t wanna look back with regret again. I just want to live my life.”