Jayati's hands twitched back towards the vodka bottle, but she tried to resist at least for the moment. It wasn't that she was an alcoholic or anything, she just didn't have a great deal of self control when it came to indulgences. It definitely wasn't because it had been less than a year since. Well. Since shit went to hell in New York.
Well. This was why she was abysmal at this. She took a step back from the bar so she could prop her elbows up on it and rest her head in her hands, looking at Nishka a little closer to her level, "Look, the problem is you're afraid to get hurt, and getting hurt is inevitable because you're alive. Think about it, what's the worse that could happen? Heartbreak? You've survived that before haven't you?"