Brimstone (гет)

She slinks home bitterly at the end of the day to knock back a few shots of Firewhiskey, followed by a few more. Once things are sufficient fuzzy and she feels like she has some tenuous control over her volatile emotions, she sets about doing the only thing that makes sense in her alcohol-soaked brain: she draws a circle of protection, lights her preferred candles, and intones an admittedly risky spell designed to reveal the person with whom she will hopefully, someday, maybe share her life.
Of course, because it has been one of those days, it all goes a bit pear-shaped.