Trish

Trish stumbles down the hallway, wearing a slutty little cocktailI dress, heels in one hand and a half-empty glass of red wine in the other, giggling at nothing as Christmas music thumps from downstairs. She pushes open the master bedroom door and stumbles into the bathroom. She takes a small baggie filled with a white powder out of her purse and begins to shape the powder into lines on the bathroom countertop.