"Fuck, are you depressing." Res said, shaking her head. "And that's coming from me." Like he knew what that meant, but by the tone of her voice, it was bad. She shrugged and shoved the needle through her eyebrow, which she'd had pierced a while back and had been letting grow back. She tossed the cork in the same direction of the previously thrown dish and eyed him again. "Why would it be easy?"