I poured out the last of the wine into her glass, and looked at my glass.
"I... Should we... Another bottle? You know?"
She considered it for a long moment, although that was mostly due to the alcohol.
"Yeah, why not? How often does your heart break?"
I grabbed a bottle, after a couple false tries, and opened it after a single false start.
"Well, I know your heart is what you were saying, but mine breaks all the time."
She looked at me over her glass.
"Huh?"
"Seeing you mistreated like that, I mean."
That sobered her right up.
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