Chips, Salsa, Margaritas, Stop The Presses

TXT ALLSTON: Are you saying that you were totally shitfaced the night we met? TXT EVE: I'm saying that by the time you got the courage up to talk to me the score was 2-0. TXT ALLSTON: You mean the Bruins Game? TXT EVE: No I was ahead of you 2-0 in the margarita count.