She couldn't help but fall back into laughter.  "The drunk part can certainly be accomplished.  Two bottles of wine and two women our size..." She giggled.  "I don't think you want to hear me sing though."  She made an awful face shaking her head.  "It's really bad.  Like dying cat bad." She laughed at herself.  Sara had no talent for sining what so ever and it was something she was comfortable joking herself about.  "And I don't want to cry over that idiot.  Or any man for that matter.  Asses.  The lot of 'em!"  She nodded firmly but couldn't hold the serious expression for the giggles breaking through.<br/><br/>The truth of it was she had wanted to cry in the back of the cab on her way home.  She wondered what was so wrong with her that she'd had only one semi-serious relationship.  That relationship had ended when Travis decided he wasn't ready for even semi-serious.  Somewhere between the cab and her front door she'd decided to write off men for a while.  Just be single and enjoy it.