Brendon could see his escape route from here. He could scamper straight to the door and out without ever having to come into contact with Shane. Only in a moment, it was too late. Brendon wasn't fool enough to think it was anyone else but Shane who had his hand wrapped around him. Only Shane had long enough legs to catch up to him like that. And Brendon was pretty drunk. He wasn't going to lie about that.
He turned around wobbling, trying to look as neutral as possible. "I have to go. I left um, I left my iron on."