"Gotta love those angelic types. Always fucking around with something except for what they should be. Guess heaven has some really good PR people. If the world knew what a bunch of douche bags they all were, they wouldn't be so big on goin' to the great beyond."

The desire to just chug the bottle is strong. Somehow she resists it though, taking a simple sip instead. This amount of whiskey won't do it for her, but the pills in her bag will probably help make her numb enough to sleep later.