STABBED

Myra scowled, her movements unsteady but her voice sharp. "Shut up. He's not selfish," she snapped, her tone laced with drunken conviction.

Andrea crossed her arms, her frustration bubbling over. "Yes, he is. He takes his anger out on everyone but himself. You'd think he'd realize he's the problem."

"He is not!" Myra shouted, her face flushing as she stumbled back a step.

Andrea sighed, softening her tone as she tried to reason with her. "You should go for someone better, someone who actually understands you… Why am I even saying this while you're drunk? Come on, let's get you to bed."

Andrea reached out to take Myra's arm, but Myra jerked away. "Don't touch me," she muttered, her voice low and dangerous.

Andrea hesitated, but her worry overruled her caution. "Come on," she said gently, reaching for Myra again.