While Joanie agreed that everybody was stupid, she wasn't sure that talking would make it any better. Snorting, she shook her head. "Nah, I think if they tried that, they'd all just end up fucking." She took a swig of her beer, noticing that the man next to her was giving her a strange look. She ignored him. "Then they'd all be whinin' because nobody called the next day."
Being around somebody else from the south - and the fact that this wasn't her first alcoholic beverage of the night - was teasing out her own accent a bit sooner than she'd have expected. "Now, you can't really fault 'em for that. We've got no control right now, and that's all people want." She paused, looking down. "Control." She realized how close to home that hit, and it made her uncomfortable.
"But really, if ya'avoid it all, it's pretty funny."