Sunday, June 05, 2005
"I don't drink," he mumbled, looking to his left to avoid her gaze, "I don't go to parties. I, uh, just don't do them." He smiles and ducks under her arm, eyes to the ground, sliding along the wall until he feels the door knob. He reaches behind and lets himself in before whipering goodnight to the darkness. Claire smiles and walks back to her room, dangling her room key with its oversized heart-shaped keyring from her hand. He moves away from the door, puts the now empty wine bottle under the basin and goes to bed.
