Up Denial Without A Paddle.
Karen staggers into the bar, her eyes wide with shock. She collapses onto a stool along the counter and sits there for a moment, too stunned to speak, staring at the countertop as though expecting to read some answer there. After a moment, she lifts her head, as if just realizing where she is. She beckons the bartender over, but when she goes to speak, she can only manage a few words, too stunned to even form them into sentences.
"Drink. Now. Please. Black Russian, preferably."