As the bartender approached with Isobel's drink, Joanie took a sip from hers. Though she wanted to keep drowning, she knew it would be smart to stay away from anything that would destroy her liver. Especially since she had gotten smashed more times in the last two months than she normally did in six. It was probably a sign of some kind, but she couldn't quite read it.
"Yeah, I guess you're just different from the rest of us," she said simply. It wasn't quite an insult, as most of Joanie's comments were, but it wasn't entirely neutral. "Sometimes havin' a little anonymity is a good thing. Otherwise people'll hate you for thinkin' what you do." She thought back to the mess that was the list of fables. Though she certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to the people that posted it - not really, outside of her imagination - she didn't understand why people seemed angry at the fact that people were upset by it. After all, it was her privacy. Now she didn't even bother covering up her fable if somebody asked. After all, it was common knowledge.