"So things look bad, and your back's against the wall, your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless."

Hale turned to you with a small smirk on her striking face.

"You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall, can't face the world sober and hopeless."

She stares at you as the two of you sit on the cold street outside the bar.

"You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you're correct."

She said, it surprised you because you thought she was comforting you. She flashed you a sheepish grin.

"Wait, what?" You asked, amused.

"You're a loser, baby. A loser, goddamn baby, you're a fucked-up little whiny bitch."

She chuckled and winked at you.

"You're a loser, just like me."