Music filled Tanya's ears as she sat at the bar counter. Her finger dancing around the rim of the glass filled with Whiskey. Tanya's mind drifting away from reality as she sat alone.
A whole month Tanya had passed since the death of Rezanov and Tanya was punished. Suspended from disobeying orders and not allowed to go on missions until further notice. At first, Tanya saw it as a chance to spend time with her daughter, but as time went on it had gotten depression.
If she left her apartment, she was being followed. So, since she didn't have any privacy, she stayed inside and didn't see Luke in the hospital. Even after the mission, she didn't go see him just cause she wasn't even allowed to have that tiny bit of privacy.
So, as days passed, Tanya had found herself inside the bar down the street of her apartment building. The only way to get time to herself and able to just be free from the eyes of her superiors.
7 shots deep and Tanya hadn't stopped herself from drinking. Glancing around her to see a group of friends laughing a talking. Slowly looking to a table that was a couple sharing an intimate kiss. Taring her eyes from the pair, Tanya took a sip of her Whiskey.
Tanya had been ignoring the feelings she had been feeling about Luke. There was no doubt that she liked him, maybe even loved him from spending half a year with him every day. The only problem was that Tanya didn't know if she would ever be cut out for a relationship. Sure, she would rather take the risk of being with Luke than anyone else, but she didn't want to ruin the friendship they had because of her stupid feelings.
It just didn't feel right for her to just get up and tell him that she liked him and maybe even more. That would cause problems for both their friendship and place in the D.S.S. For right now, Tanya didn't want to be put inside a box when she has a kid at home happy to see her every day.
There wasn't a chance Tanya would throw everything she had built up away. Even if it was destroying her inside, she would find a way to power through it. She always was able to, so she would do it now.
"You sure you haven't had enough?" The bartender asked with a sad tone in her voice. Tanya pursed her lips as she shook her head. "Can I get a shot of Vodka?" She asked and the woman sighed as she nodded and walked off.
The thing was, Tanya had never been one for drinking. The taste of alcohol just never seemed to stick with her as much as it should have for anyone. But here she was, sitting inside a bar, alone, and about to have her 8th shot including a glass of Whiskey. She was practically the definition of drunken sadness if that was even a way to describe her.
