Lines- Terrible Decisions

She sauntered to her car; having walked a whole twenty minutes already in heals and in frost bitten weather. Her hair stuck to her face and she could barely breath any longer. At the beginning of the night she certainly had not planned to drink that much and she most definitely did not plan on sleeping with the sleazy guy from the office who once and a while sent her dirty texts. The night had made her bitter and tired and quite frankly sick of her own ability to make terrible decisions. She questioned for a moment whether she should drive or not; it had been nearly two hours since her last drink and she felt fine besides feeling embarrassed and aggravated.