"You're a dick! Come on Lus."

I don't think he knows how much it hurts to hear that. I really went out of my way to dress up and look good tonight. I turn away without saying a thing. If he's sober enough to read my expression, he doesn't. Ben just laughs it off.

Emma takes my hand. About half a block away, I start thinking of all the good lines I should have said. We're walking for a while before I realize that we aren't going home.

We live a few blocks from the bar. We should be home by now, but I don't even recognize the neighborhood.