Re: Roof, near a skylight
Zee's attention had been half-way across the party, watching some idiot standing on a table, obviously already having had more than his fair share of alcohol. So caught up was he in the spectacle that he missed the approach of the boy in the plaid pants, and the low words were his first indication that anyone had drawn near. His eyes slipped over clothing and exposed skin with a casual interest. He was just as lost as to a name, and the face was unfamiliar because of the space of several years and too much drunkenness the last (and only) time they met. But the words, those along with Hunter's angry accusations, made everything slot into place. He half remembered a too-young girl in a bar, one that talked her way into his pants with a sweet drawl, one that turned out to be less girl than his drunk mind and dick had expected. It hadn't stopped him though, a poor call in judgement that had led to his and Hunter's break up in a mess of shouting and anger and guilt.
With a sigh and another slouch, Zee shook his head. "Hunter's not much into believing anything I say lately. Seems like, at least. Though the things he was saying make more sense now. How'd you end up here, pretty?"