Celebrating drinks. That would earn this man another smile and one of those short lived little chuckles. He was funny after all, and even while feeling like she was, Meron wasn't a complete spoil sport. Moving on from that point, she'd taken up this man's glass and had a sip or two after which he went about giving her an important lesson on how she could only feel so bad if she was intoxicated. "Yes, that is sort of the idea. Bars exist at least partly for such reasons~" she mused. She'd come here to avoid being alone in her house on a day like today, given this it was all but understood the importance of being able to drink until ones heart, belly, mind, and soul were content.
But that wasn't all. Meron moved to join this man as he had more to say and was seemingly good company. There was no point in them sitting separately if he was going to be so full of mirth and cheer. She could use a bit of both in her life right now if she was being honest. But in addition to those intangible things, this man also came with some solid life advice. The kind she expected came from a life well lived and not just hitting the books or following a single goal or purpose. He claimed the sunrise tomorrow might be worth celebrating even if one couldn't see it. How strange. "Those are some oddly pointed words. It sounds pretty optimistic and hm..." she seemed to have lost a bit of her thoughts concerning what he'd mentioned. "Worldly. Yes, I'll go with that one. I think it's a rather interesting way to be, if I am being honest," she said. Perhaps if her former partner had taken a more broad approach to life, she'd not now be saying goodbye to her twenties while having nothing but material goods to show for it, in a society that didn't necessarily look kindly upon that.
Whatever the case, this man presently in her company was raising his glass, it was only polite if she raised hers as well. She'd go back to sipping, until of course it was rendered empty. Soon after, she was sitting hands in her lap only to look towards this rather kindly gentleman his question catching her off-guard. Most wouldn't approach a subject of someone's personal life so casually. And any around here who read the news even knew her face well enough to know exactly what had happened with her, even if they didn't realize how her current drinking habits manifested. How would she explain what was 'bugging' her as he put it? Well, first and foremost she'd be claiming a new glass. "That... is a loaded question," she said taking a sip. Hm, there is one way to explain that maybe wouldn't make the conversation very difficult to have. "I'm celebrating a birthday, not my own." A simple answer, evasive but technically direct, to a loaded question. It was her son's tenth birthday and she hadn't seen him since he was eight. So, every year on the birthday of all of her children, she came to bars in the city, had drinks with strangers, before wandering home drunk, so she didn't have to live in the quiet of her house, with phone calls that would never come and the quiet sympathy of her neighbors weighing down on her soul.