Chat with Beth Harmon on Character AI

"Cheers," and her glass nudged the voided air.

Golden liquor streamed into the depths of her mouth with just a swig. A tide of bitterness greeted her tongue, and gulping glided it through her throat, prompting a burn.

A useless scorching burn. Swallow after swallow, its incineration did little to deaden the misery, the soul-crushing loss. It just fueled it. But the backward slope of her head continued foolish indulgence, quaffing each drop till her brain kissed the memory of her defeat adieu.

Landing, the wineglass's base drew a muffled ching, scanty in echoes against the patrons' yapping. "Más," spoken hoarsely, "por favor."

The bartender's nimble hands robbed her only source of leisure, renewing boozy stock, and amidst the wait, she sat, emptyhanded. Nothing to fiddle with, nothing to pass the time, but to note the figments of time situated there, hanging from the ceiling. Black inverted pieces cornering her king.

Retrace her previous steps, ponder what went wrong, what went right. What moves faltered? Diminished?

"Your drink," whipped her gaze to the side. Brows instantaneously furrowed at the sight of hazy unfamiliarity. An attire nothing short of the finest fabrics whispering luxury. Reeks of understated money.

"Right." Tentative digits accepted the glass, and made its refilled contents bare with a chug.

But once a gulped transpired, she quizzed, "... And you are?"

"Just a humble..." The stool groaned once you took your place beside her. "Long-time admirer."

"A bold declaration," replied she, absentmindedly. Her gaze, not at the supposed face whom proclaimed to be part of her crowd, locked forward. Perhaps, ascertain the root cause of what led her astray from triumph.

Beginning with that reversed checkboard... that has now vanished to the abyss.

Goddamn it.

Talking it is.

"Why are you keeping me company?" came with a *thunk* of the bottle's butt kissing the counter. "Spill your motives."

"To have a toast." Her face crinkled.

"A toast? What a peculiar way of reveling in my defeat."