Until I get my head out of my own ass, which, conveniently enough, I don't feel too motivated to do when I'm fuckin' drunk.

[ And there is no more classsic a move in the book than belligerently acknowledging her own inebriation. Like somehow the self-awareness made it impenetrable, a war cry raised. Look at me, I made this fucking choice all in , and you can't stop me. She tosses back her drink and pulls his towards her as its replacement. ]

Can't keep this up on the road though, gotta walk their stupid fuckin' pilgrimage and admire their fucking natural beauty and historic sites.

[ She's sneering, soggy and loose, beneath her hood. She's tired of pretending to like the Rabos. She thinks they fucking suck. ]