"I'm fairly hung over." Which, really, was excuse enough. "Here, I'm sorry. Want me to come over there and give you a hug? I'll even stand up," she resolved. "That's how much I love you. I'm sure we could manage to sleep at least two hours before everyone rises from their alcoholic comas and prepares to ship out." And maybe after that, Audrey would feel less rotten, though Ari somehow doubted it.
"There were at least two blondes in that bar who would've gone up with him without protest," she said. "I wouldn't worry about it too much." Damia would sulk, but Damia took everything too seriously. She had a notion that for Ash, Miles was just a convenient way to let off steam. "Why do you feel rotten?"