"About what? How it sucks to be alone? How it blows that any friends I do make are going to grow old and die? How my job is fucking unfair?"
She felt a little relieved to spill that much, and with that off her chest she took a couple more gulps straight from the bottle. The alcohol hadn't hit her yet, but it was probably because it would happen all at once. She walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch, bottle in hand.