Gloria sat at the bar counter, a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. In fact, several empty bottles were littered around her, and it looked like she had already gone through two whole packs of cigarettes. She let out a loud belch and scratched her messy brown hair. Her cheeks were flushed and her clothes disheveled; it was clear that she was not very sober at all. With a hiccup, she drunkenly muttered something under her breath and took a long drag from her cigarette.

"Haaaa... mah head's poundin', innit." She groaned, rubbing her forehead and wincing as a headache struck. "... an' fook knows how many pints of water. Ah've done it again... A'm a right fookin' mess..."