#1: Elephants make you forget!
Her eggs were burning. Curdled more like, thought Marian, scrapping them off the bottom of the pan, and ignoring the rising bile and whiskey in her throat. It’d been an alright night, for a Tuesday but maybe that fifth Elephant had been one cocktail too far. “Two fingers of bourbon watered down with vermouth”, and Marian couldn’t pass up a challenge. Not even that night in the Berlin Speakeasy with the knives. And blindfold. Hard to top that she thought, squinting down at the bedroom door with her one good eye, trying to remember what the fuck that guy’s name was, and would he care for burnt eggs?