"We were really drunk," Gray offered. But they were always really drunk. It was a poor excuse. He flicked ash absently near his sneakers. He felt sullen; a promising night had suddenly turned into share time. He offered her a smirk and a shrug, billowing smoke with a sharp sigh.

"Bad night, I guess?" He laughed. It was half-hearted, weak, but he was intent to brush off this incident like it never happened. God forbid he would have to talk more about it.