She threw back a long swig from her fifth bottle, feeling all the relaxation that she wanted to feel spreading through her limbs. Oh, this had been a good plan. Even though she felt herself swinging radically from happy to angry - Aiden did that to people - she was happy with this decision. She couldn't even be worried now about whatever it was that was bothering her earlier. Hell, she couldn't even remember why she was so tied up in knots.
However, as he inquired about her birth place, she felt a sting of irritation. Wrinkling her nose, she passed her bottle between her palms, watching it slide over the bar before glancing his way. "South Carolina," she said, drawing out the second word a bit. "Ah sound like it now, huh?" She dragged a hand over her face, scowling. "Shit. Ah guess old habits die hard." It wasn't a thick accent, but it was present enough to vex her. South Carolina wasn't part of her identity, or so she liked to think. She was a New Yorker at heart - so why did the accent persist?