Alexandra looked over at Ace. He did have a point. These two were really good friends and the fact that he came here out of the blue, to the same bar on the night that Alexandra was thinking of losing all control and doing something crazy kicked in.

"Nothing. I'm just fine Alexander. I'm just fucking perfect."

Her speech was a little slurred and it was obvious that she was like way beyond drunk. She downed the bottle of Whiskey that she had been drinking and tossed the bottle down. It hit the floor with a sickening shatter.

"I'm perfect. There's abso-fucking-lutely nothing wrong with me or my life."

She stood, poking Ace in his chest. She started to walk away. Right now she either needed to get on her motorcycle and drive away from here. Or get into a good fist fight. Had she not had enough? With everything going on in her life...to add this to it. She was happy. Happier than she had been in a while.

"I'm going to go home now. Don't follow me."

She walked for the door, opening it and walking out to her motorcycle, digging the keys out of her hoodie pocket, she stuck it in the keyhole and turned the bike on, kicking the starter. She straddled it and sat with it rumbling under her, closing her eyes momentarily, before someone spoke.