Angie had determined she needed to get Justine drunk to have a real conversation with her about what happened that morning. Angie poured the pair each a shot glass full of Tequila. The two girls had been so busy, neither had chatted together for more than five minutes. The bottle of Tequila had been getting emptied slowly as the night went on and now stood half empty. A few hours earlier, at the start of their drinking session, an PPV movie had been turned on. Now, as Justine stared at the television screen, it was well past the time when late night movies started. The volume had been muted, so the two women could talk softly, and now Justine wished they had left the sound up. On the screen two women writhed together, in an odd embrace, at least to Justine. Angie watched her friend stare at the television, finally realizing what was on. The Tequila had gone straight to her head, and she knew enough to know that her decision-making skills were nonfunctional. Justine eyes were glued to the screen, and she had forgotten Angie sitting there next to her and could hear her words regarding the action on screen were slightly slurred and knew that the timing would never be better to discuss this morning.