"Yeah, shitting glitter." Naea shrugged, but didn't seem all that amused with what she had said. "I used it as an analogy as to what love could be like when I was drunk once. Blackberry brandy." She missed Pierce. He'd helped her through a lot of the David bullshit, and in turn, she'd helped him finally make the push to reunite with the love of his life. The description was much funnier then, even though the night was shit. "I helped someone get back together with his wife." It just happened to be the same night her father died.
"Anyway," she sighed with half a smile. "I should probably go. The last thing you want me to do is sit here and get even more drunk on my own, I'm sure. And bitch about boys."