As Zossie prepared her next set of songs she couldn’t help but notice another disturbance in her club. A girl was completely passed out drunk on one of the chairs. Her name was Sarah and she did this sort of thing all the time. She predrank before going out to save money and always ended up passed out drunk regardless of the occasion. She’d done this twenty four weeks in a row and Zossie could already tell there were nasty consequences. Sarah had been fired from her job because getting drunk was more important than work. She’d become estranged from her family after she made a scene at her mum’s birthday. But most horrific of all were the sleezy men who had their way with her almost every single week. She was on her way to a miserable life filled with addiction. Day drinking, having sex for money, and the loss of any and all friends loomed in her future and Zossie didn’t like that.
She ran her fingers over her records and pulled a sleeve out with a design on the front of a woman holding a margarita glass in a nice dress. It was a simplified Art Deco style but it clearly showed a woman drinking in a high class location. Zossie slipped the record from the sleeve and put the song on. A very jazzy and upbeat tune began to play sounding like a remix of jazz music from before the Great Depression.
Sarah twitched in her sleep as the alcohol levels in her blood dropped and the double paralyzer in her hand shifted into a margarita glass that still had a lot of alcohol in it. Her face cleaned up with more high class makeup and her hair lost the grungy thrown together look and became soft and well maintained. It turned a beautiful auburn colour as Sarah unconsciously sat up straight. Her clothing morphed from lazy and slutty clothing meant to attract boys into buying her drinks into a nice cocktail dress with a small open jacket on. Long sleeves and coloured pink, not meant to be closed but to keep the arms warm in the otherwise sleeveless dress. Her simple shoes morphed into heels and her figure began to change. Sloppy fat from calories gained from drinking so much began to melt away along with the addition to alcohol in her mind. Sarah sat up straight in that chair and held the glass in her hand daintily as a smile crept across her face and her breasts shrunk down to a perfect size for her body giving her an alluring figure that wasn’t too overbearing. She could hear conversation and that conversation was taking over the music. She blinked her eyes open finding herself at a table with her sister and a few good friends. They were in a nice cocktail lounge having a drink and socializing. No one was there to get wasted and she felt no semblance of her former addiction, instead just having the drink for social reasons. She felt in control and memories of her mother practically disowning her and losing her job were forgotten. She was now Sarah Willard, a girl who had fared much better in high school now that she hadn’t been stealing from mummy’s liquor cabinet and now worked at a high end publishing company as an editor. She laughed and had fun for the rest of the evening even after the band stopped playing a jazz song from the nineteen twenties. Zossie’s club was completely forgotten in her mind.