Eli is drinking fast, way too fast maybe. He wants to get so trashed he can't think because that is the only thing that feels like it will help.

"I did meet the right boy. He just couldn't be bothered with me because I'm not a loud mouthed whore like everyone else he fucks." Eli's hurting and the booze might be numbing his feelings but it is also loosening his mouth about what is going on. "Fucking bastard."

Ragnar probably doesn't want to hear this but Eli can't help it. The pain needs out somehow. It's too intense to bottle up.