"Hick... I-I really don't want him to go... hick... T-This... isss... not what I wanted," Delphine slurred, her voice soaked in alcohol and heartbreak. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her vision wobbled as she stared across the table at Dora, who watched her with an unreadable calm expression.
"So... you don't want him to go then?" Dora asked casually as she brought the cool glass to her lips, sipping slowly, her tone composed, almost detached.
Delphine blinked, her eyes glossy and unfocused. She tilted her head, squinting. "Well... Hmm..." she mumbled, then suddenly shook her head, sending her messy hair swaying,
"Fuck... off him... who the fuck cares! I'm gonna leave him first! Yeah... yeah, tha's right! I'll leave his sorry ass and... and... I'll make that bastard beg—beg for me to come back!" Her voice rose as she slammed the now-empty wine glass on the table, her hand shaking slightly. "He'll be on his knees... crying... like a little bitch."
