Allie snickered and nodded in agreement. "Yeah," she answered, laying the bottle neck label flat on the table and getting to work on the main label. Then she remembered how she and Ryan once tried to perfectly peel the labels in order to wrap a present for Troy. The intention was good, but after a few beers the precision was getting to be more and more difficult. They ended up giving up and rather than wrapping the DVD for Troy, they opened it and watched it. And then had sex.
She ripped the label off in annoyance and crumpled them both up, tossing them to the floor. She was pretty sure that if peeling beer bottle labels made her think of Ryan, she needed serious help.
"Happy..." she went on. "Yeah, cause being twenty five years old, div--," she cut herself off, not waiting to be the pathetic chick on the bar stool. Things were easier when she didn't talk to people. Some stranger didn't need to know her life story. He probably just wanted to get laid anyhow.