Garrett knew that he'd had too much to drink. He was very well aware of that, considering he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The words he and Hannah had exchanged with each other before they came out with the rest of the group had been so far from nice and polite that he felt like he needed to go to church. They had been rough, and he was still feeling raw. Things couldn't always be happy, he knew that, but he hated fighting with her. He really hated fighting with her. They didn't get to spend much time together, and he didn't want to spend it arguing. She had been upset with him the whole night and even more so when he had all but demanded she go to the bar and get him another shot. At one point, he recalled, he told her he could be a bastard, and she was getting it in full
