"No, no, he was really nice," Bay corrected vehemently. (Or, as vehemently as could be expected from someone focused on not puking.) "He didn't let me go upstairs, with, um -- shit, I forgot his name again. Peak? Ridge? And then he babysat me 'til the cab came."
She took a sip of water, shook her head blearily. "Anyhow, I'm not even that mad that he made the punch."
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Date: 2014-01-26 06:11 pm (UTC)She took a sip of water, shook her head blearily. "Anyhow, I'm not even that mad that he made the punch."