She politely ignored Ave as her mistress yelled into the phone at her sister... Well, if she was totally ignoring the chatter, she wouldn't have known who Ave was talking to. Nevertheless, she was half-dragged towards the bar, and was greatly relieved when she sat on the far end of Ave, away from any guy who might get flirtatious, although not being able to sit down probably wouldn't stop them.<br/><br/>She sat contentedly while Ave ordered two drinks. Two. She didn't realize that one was meant for her until her mistress pushed the dark liquid towards her. She had never really drank before... The old times were a blur in her head, all she could really remember vividly was being tied to a bed and crying in Ave's arms. And the rape, but Ave told her to forget about that, so she tried her best. She didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but then Dee realized she had been worse than drunk before. They had addicted her to Oxycodone while she was tied to that bed for so many months, drugging her and brainwashing her, and she remembered a man's hands on her body but she knew she was still a virgin. They used the Oxy so that it didn't leave needle marks, but Dee sometimes found herself wishing for one of those little pills. Sometimes it was just so much easier to live life when you were passed out on the floor.<br/><br/>She took the drink gingerly in her hand and raised it to her mouth, and took a small sip. It didn't taste bad, but she drank it for the sake of Ave. She would have swallowed straight Vodka and not even grimaced if that's what Ave wanted.