She wasn’t sure anymore if she had gotten drunk because she was sad or if the alcohol had brought her sadness to the surface. It probably didn’t matter. All she knew was that it was so late that most people had already left the bar she was sitting in, but she was still unwilling to move, staring at the almost empty glass in front of her. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement, someone approaching her.
“Don’t bother sitting down, don’t bother buying me a drink. There’s not even a tiny little chance that I’ll go home with you, so if you wanna get laid tonight, hit on some other woman,” she mumbled without even so much as looking up to see who it was.