"No shite, you died too??" The alcohol made her sound much more enthsiastic than one normally should regarding the topic of death. Her eyes popped open and she added, "You and I have loads more in common than I thought, Sam-love." Elisabeth gently elbowed his arm, hoping she...he...they could relate more. It was much more comforting to know you weren't alone... What the hell was she babbling about?
The bartender waddled on over to them and Liz opened her mouth to order, but stopped, realizing she didn't know Sam's tastes. "You like fruity or something hard?"