He is absolutely the most retched man on the planet! In the universe! Nita thought. And I've been to a lot of different galaxies! Nita stomped down the dirt path by the moonlight. She knew it had all started with the alcohol. The stupid, Irish alcohol. The music helped quite a bit. And his eyes. Oh Powers, his eyes. She could remember them distinctly—the surge of power and passion interwoven with deep, seductive green. But really it was the alcohol. She wouldn't do something so stupid unless she had alcohol.

Nita knew that a good friend wouldn't kiss you when you had a girlfriend. Even if she was just some random Irish slut. One of his many head-nodders. That was all irrelevant. She really shouldn't have enjoyed it either.

On the other hand, he did kiss back, the slight brunette thought ruefully. So in theory, it was his fault. He should not have kissed her back. Of course, there was the alcohol to blame.

They just weren't thinking clearly that night. But everything cleared up fine when she walked in the door. She had to go ruin the evening.

Nita thought of the late night tea and consoling session gone wrong. Perhaps I should have stayed with Dad and Dairine tonight. It is Mom's birthday after all…

But even if she ignored the alcohol, his eyes were a problem. And the gentle music in the background. He shouldn't have looked at me with those eyes while he was with her.

It really was all Ronan's fault. Despite what he said about her eyes, it was his fault. He brought the alcohol out in the first place. It had no place being out that night. That beautiful, seductive night. It was the alcohol's fault. Ronan did nothing wrong. Fine, she concluded firmly, I should never be allowed around him and alcohol. Especially the Irish variety.


A/N: Yes. I mean it to be that crazy and disconnected. Drunk people can't think straight.

Why aren't I doing finals?