She came closer and held me as I cried. I cried for a long time before stopping.
"Here," she said, giving me a hanky. I accepted it and wiped my tears.
"You ruined your makeup," she frowned.
"I don't care about this damn makeup."
"Do you want to drink? There is alcohol, beers, and wines inside," she whispered.
"Yes, I would love that," I mumbled.
She left the car and returned five minutes later with a bottle of wine and six canned beers.
"The wine will be last; let's have our party here. I want to hear everything; tell me everything." She gave me one canned beer and took one for herself.
I'm not the drinking type; I've only gotten drunk once before. I guess I'll add to my previous record. After opening the drink, I drank half of its contents before stopping. Ruby also drank from hers.
"So tell me, what happened? Which of the brothers offended you? Or did they collectively ruin your mood?"