Anything strong enough to knock me senseless in a few drinks.

[she's not really picky, honestly. alcohol was alcohol at this point, to her.

at the mention of her memories... she frowns as she leans against the counter. she doesn't like to think about them. she really and honestly doesn't.]

Punching my sister. Getting arrested... not being able to see her for years. A cell.

[her voice actually sounds sort of shaky.]

I don't want it to be true.