Scene in Makers Gold 1

The bourbon was making it all slick - too slick to pick up successfully. That and the blood - gripping the edges of the broken bottle was difficult with one's vision obscured. Looking up, she realized that he had walked in and seen her like that, hands bleeding all over the glass, red blood on red wax on bourbon, like some horrifying travesty of luxury and velvet. She held her hands out to him, letting the shards drop from her open palm, as if in testament to her innocence - as if the bottle's presence was somehow capable of exonerating rather than implicating her.