Rose used to drink a lot, when she was younger. But now when Lissa's life - and the lives of others - depended on her being sober and in charge of herself, she pretty much had stopped cold turkey. There were more important things than getting plastered and partying. Like being the Guardian she wanted to be.
"My boyfriend left a month and a half ago," she said, frowning. "And I'm trying to decide whether I should get on with my life, or pine for him forever."
Hell, why not tell him? Maybe a stranger could offer advice nobody else would.