She settled in a big couch and downed the shot quickly. She didn't flinch, but let out a muffled moan as the liquor made her tremble a little. "I think I want to get too drunk to remember how to get out of this room," she said and grinned at him, "so I better get my guitar." She heaved herself up and tiptoed over to the rehearsal studio where she kept most of the instruments. A lovely six string ended up in her arms and she sauntered back with it, already forming lyrics in her head. Jamming out songs and improvising lyrics was her best way of venting and making sense of her feelings. She realized as she walked into the lounge again that she hadn't picked up a guitar for too long.<br/><br/>"Pour me another one?" She said lightly as she sat down with the guitar in her lap and started idly tuning it.