"To exes?" He says, lifting his empty glass with a touch of irony, and smiles back at her. "May they never be happy and never show up at the parties we go to."
"And you know- yeah, why not, what are they going to do, slap our wrists?" He's a little reckless on the wake of his awkwardness, enough so that the idea of getting high in a vampire's loft surrounded by family doesn't bother him. The worse they can be is disappointed, and it's not like they haven't been down that particular road any number of times before. "You're the only person here I recognize and don't despise, currently."