Suit..... check
Bow tie..... check
Cufflinks...... check
Gun...... safely tucked into my holster.
I slicked back my hair while looking at the mirror in the bathroom. I look party-ready. I've got everything I need.
All except one.
I opened the cabinet above the mirror and opened it to pick the ambrosia I needed in my system tonight if I was going to make it through without lashing out and losing grip of my insanity.
My antidepressants.