Don Juan made a face at the pronunciation that he was not sober. It wasn't as though sobriety was a binary concept — and Hudson knew that, because Don Juan knew he'd had a drink or two at the party. Cigarettes left people buzzed, too; why did only some forms of sobriety seem to matter? And Hudson said Don Juan knew how he felt about it, but that wasn't exactly fair. Hudson had said before that if Don Juan came by entirely inebriated, all he'd get was tucked into bed... or something along those lines. He didn't remember the wording. But he was clearly not out of his mind.

"I'm practically sober," he argued. His posture shifted to a more defensive one; arms crossed over his chest, weight on his back foot. "I barely had anything. This'll burn off in a hour, tops." Before Hudson's sudden announcement that he was leaving, they probably would have been at the party at least long enough for the high to have worn off. Don Juan really didn't see what the problem was — unless Hudson was just keen to invent one.

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