Prudence could name a number of drugs that had left her feeling relaxed and peaceful and warm, all meant to sedate and fight back whatever was wrong in her mind. The thoughts graced her face with a frown, which she covered up with a drink of the offered juice.
"It could be," she admitted, not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it had to be. "Good is as good is as good is." She swirled the juice in the glass for a moment as she leaned back against the counter.
"So, you and Jack? He seems like a nice guy." She decided to turn the topic of conversation away from the night of Halloween, thinking that it had been a poor choice.