Gemotions

"Another round for the chef!" the bartender shouted, and the raucous laughter of the bar patrons echoed around Maya. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise. Her legs felt like lead, her mind a fog. The bar's special, 'Midnight Bloom Cocktails', tasted exactly like her 'Crimson Kiss,' a concoction she’d invented during a particularly creative phase. Seeing her creation rebranded, served to drunken strangers, left her feeling emotionally drained. She took a deep breath, the stale air thick with cigarette smoke, and signaled for another drink.