As he began to sputter and protest how boring his life was at the expense of hers, Joanie scoffed and threw back the rest of her fourth bottle. "Ah never said you had to talk about your lah-fe," she muttered, slowly beginning to drag out some of her words in a light southern drawl. "Just sayin' that I can't think of anythin' to talk about, so it's yer turn."
She looked to the bartender, beckoning to him. "Hey, another Bud!" He popped the top off a fresh one and slid it to her. She picked it up and took a long swig. "Besides, Ah might think that makin'...books is kinda interestin'." She paused, considering this as she took another swig. "Nah, yer right. You're borin', Aiden." The more the booze settled in her system, the less Joanie realized that she was beginning to speak with a gentle southern drawl.