Out in the parking lot is the high school she remembers.

The regret of attending something as trivial as a ten year reunion melts deep into her psyche, and there aren’t enough whiskey sours in the world to take the pain of seeing a bunch of assholes you hated for four years all in the same room. She slips out before the welcome back video begins, with a cocktail in her hand and a flask in her purse. If she’s going to go back in there she’s got to be significantly drunk.