Oh, so he's drunk. And high. That explains why he's so loud.
It doesn't occur to her to wonder why the sloppiness of his words comes on so quickly; she's too busy rolling her eyes at the idea that she'd be scandalized by somebody doing drugs. Just because she never went near them herself doesn't mean she didn't know people in high school who did--or, at least, knew of them. Most of her friends before the turn stuck to beer, and she stuck to watching.
As soon as voice shifts, so does something in her gut. Maybe she's just being paranoid, but she doesn't like the idea of trading a little warmth now for a stranger draped all over her later. Especially one who's still upright after three bottles of wine. Holding his coat out to him, she looks for the clearest, least worried voice she can muster. "There are trees all over the place. You can get a walking stick."
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It doesn't occur to her to wonder why the sloppiness of his words comes on so quickly; she's too busy rolling her eyes at the idea that she'd be scandalized by somebody doing drugs. Just because she never went near them herself doesn't mean she didn't know people in high school who did--or, at least, knew of them. Most of her friends before the turn stuck to beer, and she stuck to watching.
As soon as voice shifts, so does something in her gut. Maybe she's just being paranoid, but she doesn't like the idea of trading a little warmth now for a stranger draped all over her later. Especially one who's still upright after three bottles of wine. Holding his coat out to him, she looks for the clearest, least worried voice she can muster. "There are trees all over the place. You can get a walking stick."