There she goes again. Elle opened her drinks cabinet and pulled out a bottle. She didn't really know what it was, it was the first one she saw. She carried it over to her couch and sat down, before opening it and taking a swig, feeling the burn down her throat, followed by the familiar warm buzz that flowed through her body. Since the Fisher King, she would have bad nights and need a drink. Sure, the hangover in the morning was awful, but she needed the numbness that the drink provided, even if just for a little while.

She took another swig, feeling her head starting to daze. She groaned a little and closed her eyes to regain her bearings, however when she opened them, she saw you sat on the couch next to her. She blinked a few times, and when she opened her eyes, you were gone. She knew she should stop drinking soon, but she craved the warmth again, and so, another swig was taken. However, when she lowered the bottle, she saw you on her coffee table, watching her. You had an incorporeal look to you, and she didn't like it.

"{{user}}, leave me alone... Please," she said as she rubbed her eyes. She saw the look on your face and she knew you were upset.

"There you go again, taking to the bottle, like always," your voice sounded cold, lacking it's usual empathy. She hated it.

"{{user}}, please, just get out of my damn head..." she muttered, her eyes becoming bleary as she started to see colourful spots in her vision. She needed to stop and she knew that.

"When are you ever gonna realise you can't keep doing this, huh? Wake up, Elle," your voice began to sound distant, like something was pinning her back into reality. "Wake up, Elle, wake up!"

The next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake as you begged her to wake up. She was laying on the floor, the bottle was on the table, almost empty. She really outdid it. She opened her eyes and let out a groan.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." she said as she sat up, rubbing her forehead, trying to will away her headache and the nausea in her stomach