She didn't like noisy drunks, and she didn't like loud music. She didn't like alcohol, and she didn't like being flirted with by drooling morons. She didn't like her sister's friends, and, though she tried not to admit it, she didn't like her sister much either. She thought the feelings were mutual. Her mistake tonight had been in agreeing to give Michelle a ride home after work. She should have known her sister would never settle for going straight home--she always stopped somewhere to get plowed first.