"Nooo, I don't hate you, stupid." Emilie slapped his arm, having probably meant it as a shove, but she was leaning on him and drunk and-- yeah.

"Maybe, I should just kill myself noowwww," she said dramatically. "I'm in love with someone I HATE. I hate myself." She tightened her arms around Yev's waist. "I will never marry Doogie Howser like this!" She sighed, rubbing the side of her head, which had strangely become a little wet.

"But he's a gay, isn't he?"