A Burning Memory, Part 8

All throughout, this rollercoaster of memories has been snapping and whipping us into all kinds of crazy directions.

And as of recently, it felt like we've been riding deeper and deeper down a descent with no end in sight… 'till now that is.

With where we were, and with what Ria had revealed, it was genuinely hard to see how things could get any more worse for her.

"Know what?" Ria chimed brightly, wearing a big smile that failed to bring in any sort of levity. "I won't bore you folks. I'll just skim over the details - basically bullet-point style, alright? But first…" 

Trailing off, she rose to her feet, staggered a little, and marched onward to the kitchen. 

"More drinks," she proclaimed, cabinets flying open as she reached up on wobbly tiptoes for some glasses. "Irene, you better have something good stashed deep in your fridge. I'm feeling… a little rambunctious tonight."