Blank/Shepard
Shepard gave a harsh and bitter laugh. "Don't look in the pit of despair, huh? What would you know about it? I live there, man. I've only been somewhat sober for about a year. The pit of despair is my home." She didn't budge. She wanted to. Wanted to lurch for that drink table.
"Instead of offering bad advice, why don't you make yourself useful and make me a tall glass of whatever the strongest drink they have over there." Then she did nod her head toward that calling table. "And keep them coming."