"True, true, all true." David grinned cheekily. She definitely had him there. "You say it like it's a bad thing." He took his shot as well. The rum had gone down much smoother than anything else that evening, so he poured them each another. "Apparently you're no bed of roses either."
Noelle snorted with laughter, "I guess I am." She grinned. It wasn't a label she was unfamiliar with.