"Rough figgy year," Tinsel muttered. Maybe she could take a leaf out of Henry's playbook and get into her pj pants and just blob out for a while.
But, Heney deserved some sort of explanation for her presence so she sat down on the sofa, slouching into it. "I'm here because I was partying too much," she said, although that was really starting the story at the wrong end. "They decided I needed to leave LA and my so-called toxic environment." She swigged from the bottle, feeling sullen.