After Alia went next and finished recounting the tale of her first death, Jaina just sat there, speechless...until she wasn't.
"Holy Sh*t!! That's Fu**ing brutal!"
Alia shrugged innocently. "It's a living, I guess."
Jaina rolls her eyes. "I see what you did there."
It's her turn to buy the next round, so she gets up and wanders to the bar. When she returns, she places the red wine in front of Alia, the white wine by Keighley, and for herself, a rich bock lager.
After taking a sip in silence, she busts out laughing.
The other girls look at her and wonder why.
When Jaina catches her breath, she asks them: "You know that ancient saying that over time, owners tend to resemble their dogs?"
They both give silent expressions that basically equate to 'Yeah, AND?'
Jaina points out that the blonde drinks white wine, the ginger drinks the red, and she, the wheat beer.
Keighley and Alia's silent expressions remained the same.
"Jesus. you ladies are a tough crowd. You're killing me here" she said.
That was the line the other two women laughed at, and Jaina once again rolled her eyes.