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</div></div><br/>Evie sat on the front stops of a home that, not too long ago, she had always looked forward to returning. But all that changed two weeks ago when her boyfriend… the one that had dropped to one knee and actually proposed to her… had just up and left her. Not only that, the but the asshole also took the majority of the furnishings of the two bedroom home, leaving her only with an overstuffed chair; the twin bed and dresser in the spare bedroom.<br/><br/>He also left her clothes and shoes and other personal belongings. All of which had been strewn around all over the place, or pulled from their hangers and dumped to the floor in a heap to become wrinkled which in turn made her  angrier. And the more she thought about him, the more her imagination became very active on how to get even. None of which take place, of course. Yes, she was feeling quite vindictive at the moment; there was no way in hell she would be able to do any of what she had been imaging. Like skin him alive; cut his balls off while he was awake; chain him up and whip him. No… she was too passive to do anything physical. But there were other ways she’d be able to mess with him.<br/><br/>But not now. Not tonight, either. Tonight she was going to treat herself to a night out. She even bought a new dress. A cream colored concoction that appeared as if it were knit than sewn. The dress was short enough that when she sat those long, toned legs would be exposed. The blouse was V-cut with three-quarter sleeves. She chose a small faux-pearl necklace and a cream colored hat with a black band surrounding it. Hair the color of burnished copper hung loose, framing an oval face and flowing to and past her shoulders.<br/><br/>She wasn’t going out to meet anyone new. Or to hook up for a one night stand. She was going because she wanted to drink. And hard. She wanted to forget him, realizing that it would be quite some time before he became nothing but a distant memory and leave a bad taste in her mouth. She wouldn’t venture to any of the places they used to frequent, but rather she’d venture to the other side of town where the streets were a bit darker and the crowd just a bit… questionable. However, her current frame of mind was past the point of caring.<br/><br/>All she wanted to do was drink. To get drunk and just wallow in whatever beer or mixed drink she chose. However, because she held her liquor well, whatever it might be, Evie could drink most people around; over; and, under the table without so much as wobbling on in her heels that made her appear that much taller than 5’3”. When her blue eyes shimmered in that certain way, especially after an hour or so of drinking, usually meant whoever was drinking with her was in deep trouble.<br/><br/>She’d already been at MacGruder’s close to two hours, having chosen a seat at the bar instead of a table. The atmosphere was rowdy; the music loud and the drinks cold and continuous. As far as she could tell it was a full house with one seat available, which was right next to her.  Draining the rest of the beer, a very stout and dark Guinness, Evie lifted the empty mug high in the air and gesturing for a refill at the same time.<br/><br/>Yeah…. Tonight was for drinking. Fuck everything else, she thought and lifted that empty mug as high as she could to get more.