Yeah, Shannon should have another drink

“Fuck yeah!” You say, not knowing where you’re going with this, just knowing that you're going to have fun tonight. Bob motions for the bartender.

“Wow, Shannon, you seem so much looser tonight! Not that I’m complaining,” Bob chuckles.

“What do you mean, loose?” You ask. What is Shannon normally like?

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it in a bad way; I just meant, uh, you seem happier. Did something happen?” Bob shrinks back.

“Um, no. I’m just happy to get out of the office for once. It gets boring at work, don’t you think?”

“Well,” Bob looks around, “yeah, but I didn’t think you felt that way. You always seemed so passionate about what we do. That we’re helping people, and making a difference?” Whoops, you really don’t know Shannon that well.

“Oh, I am! I’m very passionate,” you state with certainty, taking another big drink. Bob’s rough cheeks turn pink. “But, you have to deal with all the boring shit in between to get to the stuff you’re really passionate about. And, that takes its toll.” There! Recovery! Shannon would be proud. You can feel her small heart humming along with glee as you drink more of the delicious cocktail.

Bob chuckles nervously, taking another sip of his own drink. You fidget with your glass, not knowing what to say. You don’t know much about Shannon’s life, so what could you possibly ask Bob about?