Topsy Turvy [open]

She tipped back another bottle, relishing the ice cold fire that slipped down her tongue into her throat, relishing the warm giddy feeling as the room span dizzyingly around her. Evelyn smiled, setting the bottle down with a loud CLINK. The bleachers wasn't the classiest place for drinking, but it was better than out in the woods or alone in her room. Sometimes you just needed a change of scenery. It made brooding easier.

And it wasn't like anybody could catch her. With her power, she could get black-out drunk right in the middle of a busy hallway with a liter of vodka in her hand and they'd still walk right past her like she was a ghost. It was refreshing, almost. The whole world was hers and she didn't have to share with anybody.

Evelyn held up her glass in an invisible toast to nobody in particular and then quaffed it down. Alone again.