The amber liquid burned as it slid down her throat and she suppressed a cough from the smokey taste.
Pretending that it didn’t make her nauseous, she ordered another shot, hoping that she would be able to get buzzed sooner rather than later. Noticing the stain of color on the glass, she choked back a sob as her thumb wiped away the remnants of her coral pink lipstick from it.
Her second shot and a glass of water plunked onto the counter, and she looked up at the bartender’s deep plum lipstick as the woman said, “He isn’t worth it.”
