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"You know, the last time I saw someone looking like that, I think I married her," I comment, taking up a seat beside her.
"Umm-hmm."
Again with the monotone, one-word answers. Of course, this time she's staring into a glass, but it's the same thing.
She pushes her hair from her face and goes back to regarding the glass in front of her, still ignoring me.
"Didn't I tell you that giving me the silent treatment is useless?" I'm not sure just how many she's had but at least she's sober enough to recognize me.
"Because you just keep on talking, don't you?" When she uses more words, they bite. "Whether or not anyone's listening, you just keep on talking."
"Of course," I answer her lightly.
She groans, picks up the glass and nearly downs most of what's left in it. "How'd you find me?"
"I guessed where you'd be. How many've you had?"
She shrugs, silently and finishes off her drink.
The bartender, looking over his small crowd of patrons, apparently overheard me. Never talk in front of a bartender - even if they look like they're not paying attention, they are. He catches my eye and shakes his head. She hasn't had many at all.
"C'mon, Liv - let's get you out of here."
She looks at me, her eyes just beginning to cloud from the alcohol. I don't think she'll be hung over come morning - I got to her before that happened. I'm not babysitting her - she can drink herself stupid if she wants to and I'm not going to drag her out of here, if she doesn't want to come. But I have a feeling she doesn't want to be here.
