Ugh, don't. [ she stops him right there. that is the last thing she wants out of him right now, some kind of compensation or a comment that'll make her feel better. no, all she needs is a drink. ] Don't make this sound any more pathetic than it already is. I can handle rejection just fine, thanks.

[ she slumps forward, heading back for another drink. when she takes a glance at him, she begins to wonder if his face looked like that, how bad did the rest of him look? even if he was up to it, he probably... wouldn't really be up to it. especially with her, of all people. ]

We're pieces of shit. Other than ruin peoples day, what else are we supposed to do? [ other than strike out miserably, apparently. ]