Her mom was an abusive drunk, and although Mary still hadn't forgiven her for all the physical and mental pain and trauma this fact had caused, her few years of adulthood had given her some perspective. She could see now that her mother, while still responsible for her own actions, was also a product of her own traumatic upbringing. Scrolling though the Vials, Mary slowed when she reached the Age Section again.
"This might be just the thing..." Mary mused quietly. She lifted a vial from the box and crossed quickly to her bedroom door, pressing one ear to the thin wood. Hearing the familiar sounds of her mom's snores, she cracked the door and tip-toed into the living room. Just like she remembered seeing for most of her teen-aged years, Mary's mother was sprawled out on the couch, one outstretched arm hanging over the edge and a mostly-empty bottle of vodka tipped over in the wet shag carpet. Creeping closer, Mary thought it lucky her mom had passed out on her back - she just had to tip the vial over her mouth and hope she'd swallow most of the liquid. For her own safety, she snuck behind the couch and leaned over the back, ready to duck down as soon as the deed was done.
Uncorking the vial, Mary extended her arm and positioned the vial over her mother's gaping mouth. At the sound of her heavy exhale, she poured, pulling her hand back quickly as she ducked to the sound of her mother's spluttering.
"What THE [cough* COUGH* HACK*] WHAT THE HELL?!" Judith gasped for air, liquid trickling down her throat and airway, as well as dribbling down her chin. [COUGH* coughcoughcough*] "Where...? did I..." spying her bottle lying on it's side on the floor, she fumbled and grasped it, downing the final swig just to clear her throat. "That's better. Can't believe it... close my eyes for one second and I'm chokin' on my last sip..." she mumbled drunkenly to herself, sinking back into the couch. "Feelin' all ... tingly." her eyes drifted closed again as she sunk into the stained cushions. She was already passed out, unable to notice as her feet lifted off the carpet, her bunions disappearing as her yellowed nails cleared and thinned on increasingly smoother... and smaller toes.