"What's there to work out?" I say. "We banged, and Faye was indeed drunk. We likely banged BECAUSE she was drunk. It's that simple. Case closed. Now just let me drink!" I break my arm free.
I yell at Teddy, "If you're drinking, you better bring me some!" Screw everything... if we had sex, who cares...? At least, it's a good distraction from the ****storm that's my life right now...
"Will do, Faye." I exit the room quickly and sprint down to the cellar, then start back up with six or seven bottles of whiskey hugged close to my chest.
"..... Yeah..." I touch my abdomen. "Scott and I have been planning to leave since we heard about Antonio, but we've had a hard time finding a good opportunity to leave."