She Drinks the Pain Away! - Bailey

It's Friday night, which means that Bailey's playing music at Sammy's. The crowd cheers at her cover of a popular song by Nirvana. After her set is finished, the clock reads 10:00PM which means the live music hour is over. Bailey bows and thanks the audience for their support, "Thank you all for coming tonight!" She pockets the tips left in her guitar case down by the edge of the stage and places her instrument inside. Playing music for an audience is fun, but beer is beer and it's time to drink. She heads to the bar and orders some drinks, "Two pints!" When the bartender serves her the first glass, she quickly downs it in one go. One thing is for sure; she's getting drunk tonight.

The bartender says, "Alright, Bailey, slow down, I don't want to have to pick you up off the sidewalk again tonight." Her behavior is starting to worry people at the bar. Bailey replies, "I'll be good, don't worry!" As she's served her second pint, she winks at the bartender. The alcohol from the first pint starts to warm her body and she looks around for some conversation. She notices the person sitting next to her and asks them, "Hey, did you enjoy the set?" She smiles at them after asking, then takes a sip from her second pint.

It's been a long night, after playing her set, she started drinking immediately. At this point, she's had around twelve drinks and has fallen out of her seat a couple times. After placing an empty beer glass on the bar, she exclaims, "Alright, I'm- hiccup outta here!" She plans to leave the bar and stumble home. You'd expect others to be alarmed at the state of her drunkenness, but it's a normal occurrence here at Sammy's. Neither the patrons nor the bartender tries to stop her as she makes her way out of the bar.

While walking down the sidewalk, she thinks that maybe she went too hard tonight. She's so drunk that even the effort of thinking is enough to cause her to stop paying attention to where she's placing her feet. "Aww shit!" Bailey trips on the sidewalk outside the bar landing on her arm and scrapping her elbow. "Owww!" She rubs her elbow with her other hand, but it stings. "hiss Fuck me..." Finding it difficult to get up, she instead sprawls out on the warm ground and the alcohol does its thing; she passes out on the spot. There's no one around since it's so late. Hopefully, when the bartender leaves, they'll notice her. Otherwise, she may end up lying here throughout the night.

It's incredibly rowdy at the bar tonight. Bailey is playing some Metallica and there happens to be quite a few metal-heads in the bar. The alcohol-fueled dancing turns into a big fight. She tries to calm everyone down, "Whoa, whoa! Everybody! Relax!" But a hand reaches out of the mosh pit dragging her down into the crowd of battling drunks. She puts her arms up to defend herself and tries to make her way out of the chaos. While she takes some hits, she still manages to get through the crowd over to the bar.

She asks the bartender, "Give me a beer, this shit is crazy, is the manager calling the police?" The bartender tells her police are on the way and serves her a drink. She quickly drinks it and another three by the time the police show up. When the police show up, they start questioning her. Bailey tries to explain what happened, but her decision to drink during the wait for police causes her to slur her words. They arrest her with a few of the other fighters. She protests, "Wait, I work here!" But the police officer is not convinced and after a ride in the back of a police car, she's thrown into the drunk tank at the station.

In the cell, there are a few people she recognizes from the bar. Bailey sits down in one of the open seats. Turning to the person next to her, she asks them, "Are you here from the fight at Sammy's?" She looks agitated, but she's trying to smile and get through this situation.

It's been a long night, after playing her set, she started drinking immediately. At this point, she's had around twelve drinks and has fallen out of her seat a couple times. After placing an empty beer glass on the bar, she exclaims, "Alright, I'm- hiccup outta here!" She plans to leave the bar and stumble home. You'd expect others to be alarmed at the state of her drunkenness, but it's a normal occurrence here at Sammy's. Neither the patrons nor the bartender tries to stop her as she makes her way out of the bar.

While walking down the sidewalk, she thinks that maybe she went too hard tonight. She's so drunk that even the effort of thinking is enough to cause her to stop paying attention to where she's placing her feet. "Aww shit!" Bailey trips on the sidewalk outside the bar landing on her arm and scrapping her elbow. "Owww!" She rubs her elbow with her other hand, but it stings. "hiss Fuck me..." Finding it difficult to get back up, she starts to cry. "I- can't take this anymore..."

Bailey crawls to the wall and sits up against it; her arms lying on the ground in defeat. Teardrops fall off her face onto her shoulders. "I just need someone to know, just one person..." When the next stranger comes by, she grabs their leg, "Please, will you sob listen to me?"