Usually when someone offered to buy Allie a drink -- and it happened more often than not -- she didn't even acknowledge them. She could pay for her own drinks and get off on her own if she so pleased. She didn't need the assistance of a drunken smarm. But by the sounds of this person's voice, they were neither eighty of trashed, so she glanced up briefly. He was cute -- or, at least would be if she could look at any other guy as 'cute' -- and looked like he'd showered in the past decade, both points a rarity for Sud's.
She offered him a half-hearted shrug before turning back to her beer, gulping back a few more swigs. She was used to the silence surrounding her in a bar, but feeling the presence of the guy sitting next to her made the silence unbearably awkward.
"I'm not a loser," she clarified -- though possibly more for herself than him. "I have a cake at my parents house, and... painted rocks from my nieces..." She shrugged again, focusing on peeling the label off her bottle of Bud. "Just... don't feel much like celebrating."