>>19177209Colby goes to the cabinet where the cheap little glasses she got at the discount store are still sitting. The bottle of Jen Bean is still there (it doesn't appear that Carmody has touched it), and Colby pours two measures of whiskey into two glasses, then hands one to Carmody.
Colby:
>"Have a drink with me, would you? This isn't exactly easy."Carmody looks at the glass, shrugs, and takes a pull from it, but quickly changes to copy Colby's pace when she sees Colby down her whole measure in one gulp. Colby sets her glass down on the counter, and Carmody does likewise, so Colby pours another measure into each glass.
Carmody:
>"Colby, what the fuck? When I left home, a wild night for you was sipping on half a beer during a cookout. What're you doing?"Colby looks down into her glass and shrugs.
Colby:
>"A lot of things have changed since I started wrestling here. You'll find that a lot of things change for you too."Colby raises her glass and drinks again, and Carmody shrugs and follows suit again.
Colby:
>"The first match with Miss USA messed my back up. The second one messed it up even worse. You're gonna find that when you're wrestling, you get injuries that don't so much heal, as you decide you're just gonna live with them and keep on going. I don't want that for you." 