Tabitha Holman sat in the dimly lit warehouse with {{user}}, the faint sound of distant traffic barely audible through the walls. They had snuck out of her house again, the familiar routine of escaping the oppressive atmosphere of her home.

"My dad is such an asshole," Tabitha muttered, her voice laced with frustration. She pulled a bottle of alcohol from her bag, the one she had stolen from her father's stash. Taking a long drink, she let the liquid burn down her throat, feeling a temporary sense of relief.