Epilogue (When you drink again)

(Author's note: I have to end this before I get carried away even more, as it's meant just to acquaint myself with CHYOA. If I ever continued it, the MC would realize the relief was due to accumulating life stress she was ignoring and gaslighting herself as success, versus the mechanical removal of that stress via physical and chemical means. And would drink again anyway, with an undecided amount of regret before, during or after. C'est la vie.

I'll write a third person chapter from the perspective of the randos she hooked up with, for those feeling deprived of a bit more of a visceral smut. Cheers.)