"Well..." Donna drew out the word for a bit longer than absolutely necessary. "I might've been a little drunk." It had been Friday and the week had gone on forever. She grinned and shook her head and decided that changing the subject might have been for the best. Even though Rose was around drunks all the time and got drunk didn't mean that it was okay for someone who was, Donna was loathe to admit, a bit older than her to get drunk to the point of passing out. It lacked a certain level of decorum, as her mother might have said.
"Was this your first earthquake?" The road passed by the surprisingly quickly. Even though Donna was going at a slower pace than normal, the roads were fairly empty.