Having escaped the noise of the main party for a little quiet and a new drink, Dean was surprised to hear footsteps behind him. When he saw it was Susan, he immediately smiled and returned her hug, greeting her quietly.
"Oh, I'll survive," he said. " It was just a bit weird for me. I can blame the alcohol if it makes you feel any better, though."
Listening carefully as he sipped his newly poured drink he began to frown, not sur if he inedible the ominous sounding words. "Okay," he said, drawing out the syllables to voice his unease. " Just ask me already, I want to know."