Making sure that there wasn't a repeat of New Years, Sibyl had herself good and drunk by that point in the evening. Normally she wasn't a huge drinker but if she couldn't remember the evening there wasn't anything she could be too ashamed of. She hoped.

She stopped walking as she had to tilt her head back to empty the red Dixie cup in her hand, almost pouting as she looked into it when there wasn't anything left. With a sigh, she brought her hand down and heard the plastic hit against something. Sibyl looked down at herself and saw a couple strands of beads. Curiously, she picked one up and looked at it. Funny. She didn't remember getting those.

Perhaps there was already something she should be ashamed of.