LOURDES, TREVOR, & EDEN | FOOD & BAR AREA | 9:30PM
Trevor's confusion had merged with his annoyance at her. "You were wearing jean shorts, with garters and high socks. And a smaller shirt that said something else one it," he informed her, his brow furrowing as he thought about it. Something else was off about her. Why was she looking at him like that. And then she asked him if he thought she hit him.
Trevor indicated the appearing bruise on his chin. "You decked me. Hard." He moved closer to her, although still annoyed and pulled her into his arms. "You really didn't take anything?" he asked, but the face he was giving her was skeptical. How else did they explain her crazy reaction and then punching him and forgetting?
He gestured over to the bonfire, where she'd been before. "You were over there, alone, and then I came over, and I hugged you and you were a crazy bitch," he said matter of factly. "And you decked me. Hard." His hands slid down to her ass, pulling her into him. "Although you were wearing more make-up." That confused look came back.
He looked at her, and then back at the fire, where he saw a flash of long blonde hair. That look came back on his face. "If you didn't punch me, some bitch is wearing your face."