[OTA]: The one where the Spade pathologist gets shitfaced

[quicktocut]

It had gotten to that point again. The bottling of everything, the numbness that had spread over her, it had gotten to the point where there needed to be a venting before something broke, and all the horrid things tipped over and made a mess of everything. Which might, at one point, happen... if she didn't allow herself her moments of release. Which is what she was doing now.

With half of a bottle of vodka gone to meet its maker, Maeve can be seen sitting at the pub, debating on finishing the second half of it, and wondering if she'll wake up back in her quarters, or out on the Green.