Charlotte Franklin stumbled into the bar in a style that could purely be called sloppy. Bleary blue eyes red rimmed with the effects of too much alcohol seemingly stared at the bar, but who knew what she actually was seeing in her minds eye. She pulled down the skirts hem, and tugged at the strand of fake pearls around her neck. Some would call her a hot mess, others a whore, most would label her in the drunken bitch category.  She licked her her lips smacking them rudely and leaned too far over the bar than was necessary, slapping her hands on it to get the bartenders attention.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey......HEY!" Slap thump slam, went her hands again as her voice slurred. "Schmake me wonna thoseshhh one drinkshhh. Ya know tha pretty blue ones.."<br/><br/>She grinned stupidly at the tender, hoping he would just do it. Otherwise this would be the third bar that denied service. She'd show them! Her eyes narrowed as her thoughts turned angry. Her angry drunk face covered the grin and she slammed her hands again. Slam thump slap! She swayed there one hand clasped to the bar for balance the other digging in her purse for something.<br/><br/>One merely had to glance at her to know she was wasted, but if one looked a little longer, there were tear stains that tracked her cheeks. Behind the red rimmed bloodshot eyes, a deep penetrating sadness plagued her look.  Charlotte was in the depths of grief and depression, her abuse of alcohol keeping her from feeling the true numbness that was ripping through her mind, body and soul. The death of her husband over a year ago had been life altering, her best friend had been ripped from her life and she didn’t know how to cope. Putting a brave face on for family and friends got easier to do as she drank a few more sips of wine at dinner. A few clever after dinner drinks and by the time they left her for the evening she was well on her way to pickling her liver. What they failed to realize was that Charlotte was going out after they had gone drunkenly searching for escapism each night. Her faith in God was tarnished, her life in upheaval.<br/><br/>And there she was, ten sheets to the wind, staring Sage down as if she were the predator and he was the prey. She squinted at him…grabbing an empty beer bottle next to her she lifted it to the sky in salute puckering her lips in a kiss and then she chucked it on the floor laughing hysterically as it shattered. Once it broke, so did she seemingly in a million pieces, in front of a bar of strangers, she sobbed like a baby. She would not remember it the next morning most likely.<br/>