Re: Gabe/Nish/Rafe - 8:02 p.m., back by the punch bowl
She was about to retort that finding time to talk in private was part of the problem, but she kept quiet and let Gabe speak. The two of them, acting so calm and collected seemed to diffuse a little of her own anger and she sighed, some of her frustration leaving her. “I’m…god, I’m sorry,” she said, “that wasn’t meant for you. Uhhm…” she looked down at the empty cup in her hand and the dregs of red punch still clinging to the bottom, and then back at them. “Someone…spiked the punch, and…” she let the cup fall to the table, taking a deep breath and leaning on it to steady herself. She’d had far too much, and her body was revolting against it. “I didn’t realize it until it was too late.” Which explained the first cup, but not the last three. She glanced at the food Gabe had suggested, but wasn’t sure her stomach would accept any of it.