"Hmmm," she had to think about it for a moment, but what she was really thinking about was if was worth it to finish her drink. She couldn't remember how many she had, and that was usually her stopping point, but damn it all, she was angry and Mary seemed to think drinking was what she needed. She would not question the older girl's wisdom now, she never had before. "I want to go somewhere better."
"I'm tired of dirt and the smell of that damn river. I miss class, society, or at least the morally questionable parts. What do you say, Mary? feel like getting pretty and hitting the town?" And the more she drank the better the idea seemed, she finished off her last, but decided if they were to go she needed a clear head, at least clear enough to put themselves together and to get where they needed to go.
And strangely enough, she could feel the anger melting away, at least for now.