Another sigh. Emmeline didn't really want to get into it. He wouldn't understand. He probably thought her some silly girl who didn't know how to control her drinking. Which, in truth, she didn't. She'd never drank before and she'd just as much admitted that to Handsome. But did she really want to tell him all of this. This..complete stranger. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. She'd never see him again, after all.

"No," she answered again but she didn't move from where she was or from the way her head was tilted back to look at the stars.

"He asked if I wanted a drink," she started, shrugging slightly, "I figured why not. What harm would one do? Firewhiskey is awful if you didn't know." She was smirking at that, a soft laugh even at the thought of just how awful it was. "Anyways, one turned to four. And then we were walking away and talking," she continued, fighting the urge to cry as she thought about it all again, "But then we weren't. And he was kissing me and I was kissing him back. It was fine, really. Until he told me he liked me."

She sat up abruptly and looked at him, eyes narrowed slightly. "Surely you don't want to hear all of this," she said, waving her hands to emphasize what she was saying, "A bunch of trivial, nonsensical silly school girl drivel."

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