"Oh good." Jennifer breathed out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "I don't want to, but I've had some very drunk nights since Simon left, and I don't remember some of those nights partially and entirely. I'd feel really bad if I showed up at your house that drunk."
There had been less that-drunk nights since she'd met Dean, though. Maybe he was a different source of vice. Still bad for her, but in other ways.
She really had to talk to him.
"Getting drunk together would be one thing. Getting drunk on my own and showing up at your house is embarrassing."