Lucas was an idiot. He had invited over his ex-girlfriend over to drink. He wanted to help Tamsyn through this, but it was probably the stupidest idea in the entire world to do it with alcohol, and a part of him knew that. But the other part of him was telling him to shut the hell up because his love life was destroyed, as well. It had been months now, but he was still torn up about it. Marie had been his entire life, it seemed, and now? Now he had nothing. He had a great house, and a great job.. but none of that meant anything without her. Dammit.
After tugging on a grey tee shirt over his torso, wearing a pair of shorts around his waist, he retired to the fridge, and began by tugging out just a case of beer, and bringing it to the living room. Lucas had just dropped it onto the coffee table with a thunk when his door opened, and Lucas shouted back out to her. "Living room!" he called out, letting himself fall into the cushions of his couch, and already popping open a bottle of the beer he had provided.