[Remy and Sharon]
Sharon sipped. She sipped again. She hadn't finished the first by the time the second appeared.
"There's no such thing as perfect, Remy," Sharon said. She really didn't want to have this conversation here and now. She didn't want to get irritated with him. But she couldn't help it. And she wasn't sure if the fruity drinks were helping or not.
"You need to stop comparing yourself to Cassanova, or ... whatever." She gulped again and finished off the first drink then picked up the second. (A third replaced it. She frowned.) "You're here with me, sure. And so-and-so, and so-and-so. Let's just forget it."
Sharon stepped away from the bar to wander outside, leaving the third drink on the bar and turning her back on Remy. Again.