"Well, I don't know if it's a lack of pain that makes ya human," Drea said, her Texas accent starting to fade in a little more as she relaxed. "My grandma always said the good Lord makes sure we have a little tsuris in our lives, just to remind us to not get too comfortable." She shrugged and went for another drink, only to come up empty, which made her a little pouty. She put her glass back on the bar. "Far as what happened... I got in a fight with my girlfriend, one thing led to another, I went down to my local watering hole, got weepy, decided to drive home and tell her and..." She made an explodey noise. "Everything went to shit."