Painful. Yes, that about summed it up. She nodded sagely, being careful in how much she chose to replay in her head right now about her own reserections. She wanted to share...and she didn't. "You know, you're negativity does start to wear me down sometimes, right? I like you. I'm glad to have had the chance to meet you. To have you in my life. Oy, making toast-like speeches before the shots even here," she laughed, dragging a hand over her face.
"Mmm, raspberry flavoured things mostly. I could have gone with a Virgin Pussy or Sex with an Alligator, but you seem the type to get all hyped up over those." Elisabeth smiled smugly at Sam, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She winced, though whether from being told she wasn't one of his few people or because she'd bothered him was unclear. "You are so hard to flirt with, sober or not." The mutant huffed, grateful for the shots that arrived soon after. She made a hasty grab for hers, shooting him a sideglance with the glass inches from her lips. "You ready?" Her desire to toast had dwindled away.