"Go to bed and sober up. We will talk tomorrow."
“Why tomorrow?” Allie asked, a bit louder than she had intended considering how much she had drunk in the past couple of hours. “Why can’t we talk now, Spock?? All I - all I wanna know is why y’don’t just push Stella away when she’s flirting with you. D’you actually like her? Spock, just look at me!” She squirmed in his hands, refusing to be calmed until he answered her. She actually had no idea how it came to this, but she needed to know - was she not good enough for him anymore?
She was fighting his grip so much that he released her, though he stayed close in case she began to trip. The smell of alcohol was powerfully present on her breath - as if her slurred speech and bright eyes were not indication enough that she was drunk. “We cannot talk now because it would not be a rational conversation,” he replied calmly, sidestepping her accusation about Stella. No good would come of this, but he was attempting to minimize the damage.













