Wynonna is dumb and impulsive sometimes, but even she knows when to stop poking the bear. No way in hell is she going back in that place. She hated how it made her feel, that anger that she's still trying to push down, lest it stick to her ribs and become permanent.

(like it wasn't already, like rage hasn't long been a part of her dna)

"Me too. I need a drink. Or five."

Of all the days to not bring her flask with her, really.