[ dead eyes. doesn't know what a therapist is. god. ]

[ she leans back on the chair, glaring at him from there, before setting her jaw a little and smiling, licking her lip ]

I'm not drinking my troubles away. I'm drinking because I want to. I do what I want to do, it's not a complicated notion to understand. [ she rolls her ring around her finger, arching an eyebrow ] And who are you to talk about cowards? It wasn't me who killed the love of her life.

[ u wan fight. lets fight. ]