"You know, it's like we're in some weird supernatural soap opera or something. What the hell is Drake's problem?" She nodded to the tender and downed her shot. "That's some good stuff."
She raked a hand through her wavy mane and sighed. "You know that sick bastard dislocated my arm just before Christmas and then stole my wedding ring?" There was slight venom in her voice. "Who's this madman? Ya know one of these days I'm gonna have the worst bout of PMS and kill him more than that damned virus did." She filled her glass again and lifted it to drink, mumbling against the rim. "Pussy."