Allie mimicked his shrug, absently rolling up the corners of an abandoned napkin beside her. Noah -- she'd actually managed not to snicker when she heard his name, straight from The Notebook -- wasn't pushing her to talk but he was definitely opening the door. She sighed, running her hand through her hair before she started to talk.
"I... was with this really douchey guy since I was in high school," she began, her hands nervously fidgeting with anything she could touch. "He was always, like... in juvie, doing really asshole-y things. When I was about twenty, I finally ended it with him and got with this really, really great guy..." She sighed again and cleared her throat. Comparing the two -- Beau and Ryan -- always made her want to throw herself off a building. She still had absolutely no idea how she managed to decide that she should spend time with Beau when she had Ryan.
"Then, a couple years after I got with the... good guy, I decided it would be super awesome to hang out with the douche again, and... the next thing I knew, I was married to him... watching as he trashed hotel rooms in Vegas while trying to be the next Rain Man." She was trying to sound nonchalant about the situation, but it was easier said than done.
"And now, I'm divorced," she added, signaling the bartender for another beer -- though a tequila shot would probably be better. "And everyone thinks I'm about the biggest idiot to ever walk on the earth, and... I don't really have any friends anymore. So, yay... happy birthday me," she added dryly, taking a long gulp of the new beer.