When they met, Alyce had considered herself a painter. She'd had a show at a small downtown gallery and even sold a painting. But after becoming enraptured with Bart she never seemed to find time to paint anymore. There were so many late nights, so many drinks, so many people coming and going and crashing on her couch. Painting hadn't made her any money, and now there were a lot more things to spend money on.
Late night breakfasts.
Rounds of beer. She took a job at the boutique for the time being. The time being lasted four years, and counting. Now when she tries to paint, she gets frustrated, restless, lonely. She's easily distracted.