Leila drives to a bar in the centre of town. It was early in the morning, so there was little influx of people. It was one of her bars, so she had a separate room from everyone else.
She stays there for hours, downing different alcoholic drinks and becoming less sober. One thing is for sure, she has no idea what is going on with her. Her eyes move to a mirror, and she tries to force a smile, but it was not forthcoming.
Her cheeks just refused to comply. She drops her head and continues drinking. The sun gradually goes down, and the bar becomes noisy with loud music and people screaming.
She slams the cup on the tea table and goes downstairs to the dance floor. Her eyes roam the entire dance floor, with different people moving their bodies to the music.
After thirty minutes, she takes a seat on the couch at the side with her arms spread on the headrest. She had taken so much alcohol that it was difficult to see clearly.