"I'm out of vodka. I can't drink it. I can't drink anything." Frustrated, Karen flicked the mug in what she thought was a gentle way, but it flew across the room and shattered. "Oops."
She sighed. For some unknown reason, she was talking to a girl who wouldn't know Prada if it smacked her in the face. But she couldn't stop herself.
"Haven't gotten used to it. Life sober isn't really all people crack it up to be."