An ear piercing shriek rent the sky.
Bottles smashing. Door slamming.
Liv rolled over and groaned. She had been splayed out on the second shelf of a stainless steel serving table on top of her sleeping bag. As she rolled over an empty bottle of rum clattered to the floor. She rolled over one more time, onto the floor, and then used the top of the table to pull herself to her feet. LIv slumped over it immediately. It felt like her brain was 3 sizes to big for her skull, and that a cinder block was hanging from a hook that had been stabbed into the back of her head. She pulled a black hair elastic off her wrist and put her hair up into a messy bun before slowly bending over and picking up her pants, trying to avoid having more blood rush to her head too quickly. Partial success. She trudged over to a stool and plopped herself down before pulling the pants on, hopping up and down a bit to help herself into them, which she immediately regretted, as her brain rattled around.
"Son of a fucking bitch" she muttered under her breath.
Finding her boots she shoved her feet into them but one foot and then the other onto the stool so she didn't have to bend over too far. Now, decision time, hydration or hair of the dog? It was the end of the fucking world, why not be wasted? All of a sudden she became aware of a knocking, someone at the door? Then, now that she was paying attention, she heard voices coming from the bar room. God fucking dammit. Well, they didn't know she was here then, which was good. Sounded like a bunch of people though. She shrugged. She had to go out there to get more booze anyhow.
As she neared the door she heard someone say something about asking the barkeep for a recommendation and then a voice farther away she didn't hear. She pushed the door open and surveyed the room with a sweep of her eyes: a whole bunch of smashed booze bottles behind and around the bar, a slim guy motioning to the bar (must have been Mr Recommendation), a busted up guy on one of the pool tables, and a tallish blonde guy at the door (must have just let Mr Recommendation in).
"From the looks of you, I'd say a beer," she called out with a smirk, "Not that you have much of a fucking choice because some brilliant person smashed a bunch of perfectly good booze all over the place." She gestured at the debris all over the top of the bar and the floor behind it as she looked at what was left on the shelf. She noticed a beverage fridge under the bar though, opened it, pulled out a beer, and opened it. Liv took a swig before leaning over and resting her forearms on the bar.