She’s just turned 21 and hasn’t been beyond serving fat over privileged white people at Chili’s and now she’s dealing with genuine, seasoned alcoholics at a no frills bar. The “boy” is a two tour Afghanistan vet and he can smell the shampoo in her hair. She is a doe in the reticle of an experienced huntsman and she knows – she knows – the only thing saving what little innocence she has left is a 2×4 bar and a 16oz glass between them.