"What about - James, was it?" she asked, rolling up the joint. She licked the skin and closed it up, then dug a lighter out of her skinny jeans. "Any sign he's got a severe mental disorder, or was that just your first boyfriend?"

Gallows humour was her favourite coping method. She took a first, long drag on the joint, then picked up her glass to knock back a little more vodka. It made her think of Jade, who couldn't live without the stuff, and part of her wished he were there, so she could cuddle up to him.