Abby muttered something about hardly being ‘Dry’ and the smell of booze. Not really helping things at all and she could see, even from up here, Morag was swaying on her feet quite drastically.

This was what he had been dealing with for god knows how long.

The elegant seductive woman from the museum, replaced with this wild-eyed, erratic mess before her. Hair tangled and unkempt. Clothes dishevelled and normally manicured nails chipped and broken. Her makeup had slid under her eyes, giving her an almost panda look, her mouth normally precision lined in red was faint and smeared, which added to the hysterical ambience. She looked like a total...