Well, that was clearly the wrong thing to say. Fallon looked towards the crowd awkwardly as she chugged what remained of her first beer and started in on the second. "Sorry," she muttered after another awkward pause.

Perhaps she ought to allow him his dignity and continue on for the evening. "On that note, I should probably go." Fallon's knees brushed his as she turned about in her seat to stand, forcing her to mutter a second apology. Once standing, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear (it was eternally too short to stay in place) and said, "Good luck this weekend."