As I looked out the window I could tell that Evelyn was drunk. So I closed my eyes and shook my head.
I walked out of the house and she had already gotten a nice little group of people watching her, since she wasn’t really being that quiet.
Once she saw me walking down the street towards her, she pathetically threw a beer bottle at me that landed nowhere near me.
“What the f**k are you doing here Evelyn?” I asked.
“I see you’ve moved up in the world. You’ve moved up and now you think you’re better than me. You think you’re better than where you actually come from.” Evelyn yelled.
“I’ve always been better than you. Why don’t you go home and sleep it off.”
“Screw you. How dare you treat me like this.”
“Because you treated me like this. Even worse, actually. But I don’t care abo
