INT. - RAY'S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ray sat slumped at her kitchen table, the barest dregs of her second bottle of CabSav sloshing in the bottom of her wineglass. Drunk. She just needed to be drunk and gone away from her feelings for a while. To not feel anything except the deep buzz of the alcohol. But, even it didn't dull her enough, never did, really. She'd been able to outdrink everyone she knew, even in college, putting two football linebackers into the ER with alcohol ...