[ Roxy kind of feels like she stepped on a landmine. Wow, that was not the fun and light-hearted branch of conversation she was expecting. ]
Oh, you guys...
[ And she does another shot. They only have a couple left by now. ]
Funeral clothes off, tossed aside wherever it lands-- let's talk about something fun. Like. Holy shit, these dark green ones are just fucking horrible. It's like, minty and shit, I don't think booze should ever give me fresh breath.