"And you can stuff your 'told you so' up your own ass." Gideon responds, her eyes hard behind the sunglasses. For half a second, she'd thought this prick was trying to be friendly but between the cocktail that tasted like batteries and this smug little shit telling her to just give up on wanting better than another round of misery, she's gotten a real good look at his true colours. "Enjoy your horseshit drink, dickhead."

Gideon pushes herself up and discovers the hard way that drinking nothing but hard liquor on a nearly empty stomach isn't good for keeping up balance, and she promptly trips over her own feet, slamming into a table. She grabs hold of it to steady herself and feels the world swim around her. Shit.