Chapter 20

Even if the thought of my dead friends and family sickens me, I still manage to finish my meal. I need to eat anyway. It won't make anything better if I don't. "So what are we gonna do, Stella? You still haven't elaborated." I declare. Mostly because I can't stand the silence and the dazed off looks that my three fellow rogues are sporting. And because I don't want to over think. I'm determined to shake myself of that habit. Somehow and someway. My questions seems to snap everybody out of their own personal la la land. Stella especially since she shoots up from her seat. I'm about to call after her and ask why she isn't answering my question or why she's walking away, but she returns fairly quickly after fishing in the van for something else. I don't get to see what it is until the fire illuminates it.  It's a bottle. A bottle of vodka. I immediately grown uncomfortable at the sight of her sitting down and popping it open