Sasha shouldn't have been surprised when she slapped him hard across the face but for some reason it still caught him off guard. Faith had never been a fan of public affection, what would make him think that had changed because he was drunk. It certainly didn't stop him from chasing after her into the woods.
"Faith! Wait!" he stumbled over himself as they crashed through the woods. He almost reached her when he tripped on a root and crashed to the ground. He fell hard and laid there for a few seconds. "Fuck," he grumbled from the dirt. "Faith I am sorry I just..." he couldn't even finish his sentence because he had no idea what he was trying to accomplish. "I am sorry," he grumbled, not even sure if she was still around to hear him. "I am a big ugly oaf with no social graces."