My stomach is in knots, because I'm more than aware of the fact that she's been drinking earlier tonight, but I force the though to the back of my mind and raise my eyebrows instead. "Stopped talking to you for what? You pushed me to go, yes, but whatever happened it's not your fault." I trace the little circle pattern on the passenger window with my index finger, "It's not your fault the party happened to be shitty."