Davy & April, 7pm ish
The more she talked, the more he was beginnings to understand. Or at least, thought he was. The hints she was dropping implied that there was something wrong with her. Maybe mentally. Maybe he was on the totally wrong train of thought, either way, she seemed simple and he found that perfectly okay. "Screw that person, then. Good you're not talking to them anymore." He looked to his glass and then up at her. "Want a drink to forget about it?"