She scowled at him. "I mentioned having to do ass tattoos at my job, you're the one that was talking about yours." Jabbing lightly at his shoulder, she pulled back and took another swig from her bottle. "And I didn't. You did. You're the one that wanted to talk about it. So maybe you should go get a heart tattooed on your ass. To symbolize your love for it."
She wasn't sure if she was laughing or scowling, but it felt the same as she took another long drink, noticing that her fourth bottle was starting to feel light. "Whatever. New topic." She paused. She couldn't think of anything to say. "Your turn." After gesturing in his direction, she took another swig.