Drowning the sorrows...
Izzie had been conflicted. You know, she said the whole thing was ok now, but she still felt so heavy.
She didn't want to do anything either. She didn't bake or go crazy and cry. She just slept excessively and got up to go to work. It was an evil cycle. One that the group would kick her out of if they were here. But obviously, they weren't and that just brought her down more.
This might be her breaking point.
She just needed an escape. Alcohol is a bad escape, but an escape nonetheless. She's been drinking quite a bit already. It's pretty evident by her constant giggling and stumbling along the sidewalk. She's planning on getting to the hotel.
At this rate, it's going to take her awhile.
She didn't want to do anything either. She didn't bake or go crazy and cry. She just slept excessively and got up to go to work. It was an evil cycle. One that the group would kick her out of if they were here. But obviously, they weren't and that just brought her down more.
This might be her breaking point.
She just needed an escape. Alcohol is a bad escape, but an escape nonetheless. She's been drinking quite a bit already. It's pretty evident by her constant giggling and stumbling along the sidewalk. She's planning on getting to the hotel.
At this rate, it's going to take her awhile.