As Oakley sat on the kitchen counter top , whiskey glass in one hand and the bottle in the other , her face was emotionless as her cheeks were tear stained from all the crying , but her tears were now dried out . Oakley sat and stared at the fridge , her blank expression growing deeper as she sips on her whiskey .
- As Oakley's drunken state only progresses more and more with every sip , her eyes slowly drag around the room until it landed on her cell phone that was laying right next to her . A glint of light appearing in her eyes as a thought appeared in her mind . A small smirk made it's way on her lips as she picked her phone up , unlocking it . Her wide devilish smile fell flat into thin lips as she dials a number , bringing the phone up to her ear as the phone rings .
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