Cassidy was on her own, drunk from the previous glasses of white wine poured continuously in the small Exibition held by her classmates. 

She sat slouched at the bus stop, willing each person that walked by to look away.

Her sleeve was soaked with tap water through from the disorderly trip to the bathroom minutes before. It was slowly seeping into the book she was pretending to read through alcohol infused eyes and making the pages transparent. No doubt she'd mourn this in the morning when she came to her senses.

Another book lost on another lonely drunken adventure.

Despite the massive problem she had encountered that morning she still felt good off the buzz, off the people in her course.

It was soon to be destroyed in the morning but for now, she sank into it as the bus pulled up and as it pulled away with her it in, sighing in content.