"You know... you sound jus' as bad as me." She looked up at him, taking the Whiskey bottle from his hand and sitting up some to take a sip of it. "Ah feel like de worst person in de world, an' you do as well. Only t'ing is, here you are tryin' ta make mah feel bettah... where you t'ink you lyin' an' even good in de 'least. If Ah'm wrong about mahself... you could be wrong about yourself."
She handed Nick the bottle back, a sincere look upon her face, as she rolled to lay on her stomach. "Gotta be honest here... ah doubt me an' Argo would work out. He could 'ave ANY woman on dis planet, Nick... an' any Goddess he could want. He'll never go for me. Ah'm jus' gonna end up as like a best friend... you know, de kinda gal guys don' date but like ta hang around. But even so, it more den ah ver 'ad from someone other den Ennie. An' ah t'ink you mah friend as well, even if you t'ink yahself lower den low. Nick... de devil may 'ave yah soul, but he don' got yah heart."
She smiled a little, resting her forearms under her chin as she looked up at him. "Sometimes, it jus' takes anoder person to make yah realize de truth, even if it right in front o' yah face de whole time. Dat an' a whole bottle o' Whiskey."
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