"Im so glad. I wanted to get you stronger ones, but then you would basically be high. And as entertaining as high Luke sounds, I chose against it." She chuckled, watching his hand happily. She bit her lip in thought. Laura had really made her way into her mind, because now, she couldnt think of anything else to talk about EXCEPT for the akward situation.

"It might as well be fair, I got to see you drunk." He smiled at her, he put his hand down on the table, watching it stretch slightly backwards. He was also unable to get his mind off of the awkward situation. He couldn't make himself talk about it or anything else.

"Listen, Luke, uhm..." She sighed and fidgeted with her fingers gently. She put her hands down and looked up at him. "Im sorry that drunk me made this... awkward. I um- I don't really know what else to say." She laughed quietly. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked hesitantly. "Or, we could always pretend it never happened and run away from the problem." She suggested quietly.

He looked over at her, putting his hands in his lap as she spoke. "well I don't really ..know how to react. Cuz, cuz." He glanced around, unsure of if he wanted to adress it *here* of all places. "We'll have to come to it eeeventuallyyyy..but maybe possibly not heere?"

"Yeeeeah, that might be a good idea. Hangover brain, uhm, didn't think about that. I don't know if you're ready to head back yet, but I am. Do you wanna come back to the room with me or stay here?" She asked, standing up and looking around while she waited for a response.

He nodded. "Sounds good, its like ..I don't know. Its 6?" He said checking his watch. "We can head back." He said, standing up. He scooched his chair back under the table and waited for her before they started to walk back to the room. He opened the door to Dutch and greeted him by kneeling and kissing his forehead. "I've got to say this place is a bit constricting. Not enough sunlight."

"You definitely have that right. All the people in here look like ghosts." She shuddered, giving Dutch some pats as she walked by him, flopping onto the bed on her back. "I don't like being hungover." She sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "My brain is actively imploding right now." She growled, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in the bed.

He smiled at her, more of like a sympathetic one. He watched her for a moment then grabbed the bottle of pain meds. "Now we can both be almost high. Unless you want me to go find the ones that would put you out of your misery?" He shook the bottle of bills and walked over. His wasn't wore off but he also didn't want to take a lot. It felt like an easy way out that would be too good to be true. His arm wasn't actively hurting anymore, even without the pain meds unless he was moving around. So far it appeared nobody had caught on thankfully, he did have a feeling Laura or Adam might know as he'd spent the most time with them- mostly Adam- but Laura was more, observant. Even though she spoke more. Adam listened but Laura watched.

"Ill take almost high." She sighed, rolling back onto her back and sitting up. "Next time, you're the one getting drunk." She huffed, taking the pill from him. "Do you have a water?" She asked, standing up.

He shook his head and handed her a pill and walked off with the bottle, grabbing her a water also, he tossed it over to her. "Thinkin about taking a nap?" He teased, sitting down on the other side of the bed.