Mayonne Kirpl laid out her silverware just

Mayonne Kirpl laid out her silverware just so. TBH, it was just ordinary flatware, but she wasn't expecting werewolves or vampires for dinner that evening, just a microwave lasagna

and her last bottle of cheap red wine would have to do. She thought about the day's events as the microwave was busy heating the lasagna. She couldn't help feeling a little

proud, but that was how she was... An arrogant drunk. "Better than a whining drunk.", she thought. The lasagna came out warm enough, the cheap red wine too. She sat down and

dug into her meal alone. Nothing new there, of course. It seemed she was always alone those days. And what did it matter? The wine would keep her company. It kept the voices quiet,

coming from within her stomach.Only wine could soothe them,could quell their hunger for a few hours more.She could feel them writhing with lust.She drank from the bottle,#8 today.

. The last time she teetered on this edge was prom night. Nothing seemed worth the trouble, why bother at all. She turned and laid on the couch, waiting for the inevitable

and inevitably the first day of school came. She thought she could get over; she tried to play sick. But her mom said, “No, no way, uh-uh, forget it”. There was nothin' she could

do but reluctantly pull on her little plaid school uniform. “Fine!” she cried, pigtails bobbing in rage. “I’ll show you! I’LL SHOW ALL OF YOU!” Twelve years later,

she still hadn't shown them and they forgot about her. Then she was plucked out of desk job handling estate claims to Federal District Judge by a former president. Unqualified and