Mia stared at him, noting he most certainly smelled like pot, which meant that they were both in no condition to be having this conversation, but maybe it was better that way. "I spent... the last three hours watching happy people dance together and laugh and make out. While I spent the night trying to stop Andrew from grabbing my ass," she answered, arms winding their way about her midriff defensively.
"While you..." she let out a bitter laugh in spite of herself. "Smoked yourself stupid and forgot about me."