Re: Kitchen
"No," Louis said. He was trying his damndest not to look worried, but he couldn't help it. This place, this party, was so far from a good situation into which an addict should wander that he almost felt looking for Sam was a lost cause. He had to try, though, just in case he could stop her in time. Who knew? Perhaps she would have the wherewithal to leave on her own. "Who is that girl?" He wasn't familiar with the co-host of the party, but if she was enabling Sam, they ought to have a talk.
Louis glanced over at Neil, watching him. He'd missed something, he felt, and he wondered if implying that something had changed could really have needled him. Wasn't that much obvious? Was it cruel to say so? Perhaps he should have kept the thought to himself. "I'm sorry, Neil," he said. He felt so tired lately. Ever since he'd come to Las Vegas, really. "I didn't mean to imply anything."