***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
...
Judy sat quietly in her hotel room with a beer bottle in her hand. She never drank. She hated the idea of it, but after the day she was having, she decided to hell with it and began drinking. She wanted to get drunk and forget about her problems, about the humiliation she had just endured. The problem was that, because she had never drunk alcohol before, she had never developed a taste for it. The beer was very bitter, but she kept trying anyway.
She was sitting up on the bed watching TV, trying to find something to distract her. She was hoping for a trashy reality show, but nothing was on at that late hour. The best she could find was reruns of American Ninja on ESPN. She had already seen those episodes, but there was nothing else on.
There was a knock on the door, but she didn't respond. The visitor knocked a few more times, but Judy refused to respond; she didn't want to be bothered by anybody.
"I know you're in there," said the voice. "If you're trying to pretend, you're not inside, then you shouldn't have the TV on. Is that American Nija, by the way?"
Judy shut off the TV and walked over to the door. She looked into the peephole and cringed when she saw who it was. He was not the man she was mad at, but he was a reminder of that person.
"Go away, Edward," said Judy. "I'm not in the mood to talk to anybody."
"I just want to see how you're doing," he replied. "Just let me in, so we could talk. Just for a little while, so I know you're alright."
Judy thought about it for a moment. She was not dressed properly for the visit; actually, she was looking gorgeous in what she was wearing, but she didn't want Edward to see what she was wearing. She thought about stalling for a few minutes so she could change, but she didn't feel like going through all that trouble.
Judy opened the door and faced Edward.
"You're looking good," said Edward.
He was surprised to see Judy was still in her wedding dress. He figured after everything that she went through today, she would be ripping it off her body and tearing it apart.
"I just didn't feel like changing," said Judy.
"Me too," said Edward.
Edward was still wearing the tuxedo he wore at the wedding where he was supposed to be the best man. Almost all of it, that is; his tie and cummerbund were gone. The top two buttons on his dress shirt were undone, and his hair was kind of a mess, too.
Judy let him in and asked if he wanted a beer. He was surprised that she was offering him one and seeing a beer in her hand, as he knew she was against drinking. But after the day they had, he doesn't blame her for wanting to drink today. He walked across the room; it was a lot bigger than he thought it would be.
"People are looking for you," he said. "I figured you might be here; one of the few places nobody would bother looking for you."
"I just wanted some alone time," she replied. "Everyone has been bothering me all day long, I just need a break from them all."
She handed him his beer and they both took a drink from it. He could see how squeamish she was when she drank it; she did not like the taste at all.
"If you don't like it, why are you even drinking?" he asked. "I know you're against alcohol."
"After today, I thought to myself, fuck it, I want to get drunk," she said, and took another swig of her beer, again cringing at the taste. "Unfortunately, I don't think I can get used to the taste like some people. It's been two hours and this is only my second one."
She took another drink, a longer one this time, not caring how bad it tasted for her.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" she asked him.
"I figured you might want to talk about it," he replied. "We're both kind of in the same boat here, so you're the only person I can talk to."
Judy felt a little embarrassed; she was thinking so much about how she was feeling about what happened earlier that she forgot that Edward had also suffered something today.
"Sorry, I forgot," she said. "How are you doing?"