Kate felt like the floor must have been built uneven. She couldn’t seem to get her footing right and kept stumbling into the furniture. She felt the chilling, metallic taste of the vodka on her breath and decided to fix the floor tomorrow. Her night had been epic, filled with strange faces and places she had never been to before. Surrounded by so many people, she felt alone. No one truly knew who she was, and she felt lost. She decided to find herself at the bottom of the bottle.