Natalie was drunk and upset enough not to even argue and she handed the bottle over without fighting him, dropping down onto the couch and pulling off her coat. The dress beneath was her latest favourite purchase and, now that she saw it again, a complete waste on that stupid douchebag.
She made a sound of frustration and dropped her face onto her knees. When she spoke again her voice was muffled. "He seemed so great! He was so sweet, Connie, and he-" She sat up again suddenly. "What a filthy twat! I can't believe I fell for his crap!" (Maybe Natalie said she couldn't believe it now, but the truth was that she would look past a million flaws right in front of her face if she liked a guy enough.)