Chapter 30

Third person’s point of view. >>12:10am< A cab pulled up in front of a penthouse, there were two ladies sitting in the back seat, two of them were drunk, but one’s slightly sober and was well aware of their environment. The slightly sober lady looked outside the face and faced her friend. “Rita?” she shook her friend’s shoulder gently. “Hm” her friend grumbled in response, her eyes were barely open. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home, Rita?” (A briefing: instead of going straight home after Rita angry stormed off from Joan’s, she and her friend went to a nearby bar to get drunk and whine over her brother fooling around with slûts every day) “Rita?” “Hmm” Rita grumbled again, she struggled to sit upright and opened her eyes. “Whose house is this? Don’t you think you should go back home?” Rita squinted her eyes as she looked out the window, she studied the environment for a moment, and nodded in approval. “T-this…” she hiccuped. “.. t-this is my brother’s fiancée’s house…” She trail