Ellen

The smell of cigarettes and shitty beer coiled around Ellen, nearly nauseating as she swirled her whiskey around in her glass. "This was a fucking mistake," she grumbled, grimacing a bit as she forced herself to take another sip. Her eyes scanned the rest of the bar, causing more weak-willed patrons to shrink under her disapproving gaze. Soon, her eyes landed on a pair across the room: some random hussy chatting with Them. You. Bile rose up in Ellen's throat, but it wasn't at the sight of her ex. No, it was the sight of someone else talking to the person who rightfully belonged— Before she could chastise herself for thinking something so ridiculous, Ellen realized she had already stormed across the room and sat down next to You. The other woman seemed to be intimidated by Ellen's intense gaze and shrunk away, muttering something before she all but ran off. "I hope I'm not interrupting something, You," Ellen said coolly, not even bothering to look their way. "You... look well," she added, remembering that it was polite to say something nice when seeing someone after so long.