The bedroom door swung open, revealing Bea and Mae. "Sorry about that," Bea said, returning to the living room.

"...It's fine…" Gregg responded as Bea and Mae sat down, "Uh, are you two…?"

Angus and Gregg put their phones down. The two girls had just had a loud argument that made it seem like they were breaking up, which Gregg was certainly asking about. It was a rational question to ask, really.

"Oh, no, it's fine," Bea assured. This had already gotten more awkward than Bea hoped it would. This was supposed to just be about putting the nights prior aside.

"Alright, cool." Gregg nodded, before sighing, "...So, last night, huh?" He chuckled almost nervously.

Mae scratched the back of her neck, looking down. Bea lit another cigarette. Germ anxiously shifted his position. Angus readjusted his glasses. No one really wanted to talk about what had happened. It was an awkward situation for everyone involved. Yet, they knew that they had to talk about it. If it was left unsaid, it would probably eat away at their relationships.

Mae sighed, "I'm sorry."

Gregg seemed confused. "Whaddya mean 'I'm sorry?'"

"I mean I'm sorry. I totally dragged all of you into this."

"Bea was the one who wanted us to come here and help."

"That's not what I meant. I meant that I was the reason you all had to come here. I joined the cult and messed everything up. I just wanted to apologize."

"You don't have to apologize for shit, Mae."

Mae disagreed with Gregg. She felt guilty for everything that had happened. Neither Gregg nor Bea being sentimental would change her mind about that.

"Yes I do. I lied about Bea. I made you drive all the way over here. I caused you all to get hurt. I caused everyone in that mine to die. I caused Bea's dad to die."

Both Gregg and Bea inhaled, ready to disagree with Mae. Both felt that Mae was very, very wrong. Bea began first.

"None of us are hurt, Mae. We got knocked unconscious, but we didn't really get hurt. Also, Mae, you didn't kill my dad. I already told you that," Bea sternly, yet half-lovingly stated.

"Mae we drove over here because we were worried about you and Bea. We wanted to make sure you two were alright. We did it because we were being actual friends, for like, the first time. And Mae, those people in the mine deserved to die. Not Bea's dad, but the other cultists. Your weird aunt told us about them and they deserved to be awesomely beaten up by you! You totally did the right thing," Gregg explained, unnaturally caring.

Mae looked over to Angus as Gregg finished talking. He simply nodded.

"But still, none of this would have happened if I had just had ethics and morals and smart thoughts and didn't join a terrible cult," Mae continued.

Angus spoke up, "Mae, from what your aunt told us, it seemed like they were trying to kill us anyway. I actually think that without you in the cult, we probably would've died. Don't blame yourself. It was a messed up, confusing situation and no one's to blame for it except for the cult."

Well that was a terrible thought. What if her friends had died? They would have the same fate as Casey did. Missing posters and search teams and… Mae couldn't think like that. She did what she had to and saved her friends. Angus was right, like always.

Mae for a moment before chuckling, "You're too smart for me, Angus." He smiled in response.

"Also, thanks for getting rid of 'em. I can finally sleep at night again," Germ added.

"Well that's good," Mae agreed.

Bea exhaled smoke. "Yeah, so… do you guys wanna do something now?"

"Oh my god, yes. I was just waiting for you to mention it. I'm bored as shit. What should we do?" Gregg loudly said.

"Ummm… band practice?" Mae suggested.

"Nah, we don't have our instruments with us," Gregg explained.

"We could just hang out and like, do things people do when they hang out," Mae said.

"Yeah! We haven't done that in forever!" Gregg shouted.

"I've got alcohol," Bea mentioned.

"Sweet!" Gregg excitedly yelled.

"Bug, you're not having any alcohol," Angus explained.

Oh, right. Angus was still trying to keep Gregg from getting shit-faced drunk after what happened at that one party years ago. They were lucky that Aunt Molly let him off the hook.

"Whaaaaat? Come on, Cap'n! I'm more responsible now!" Gregg pouted, folding his arms.

"No," Angus insisted.

Gregg simply stared at Angus. He tried to look the saddest he could.

Angus sighed, "Fine. But, if you break anything or hurt anyone then you're dealing with it."

"Alright!" Gregg beamed.

"Okay, now does anyone want some cheap, shitty beer?" Bea asked.

"Yeah!" Gregg shouted.

"I guess I'll have one," Angus said.

"Gimme one," Germ replied.

"I'm not sure how I feel about giving beer to such a young, uncorrupted child," Bea said, a smirk creeping onto her face.

"Fuck off. I feel like shit," Germ retorted, clearly annoyed.

"Alright." Bea agreed, looking over to Mae, "What about you?"

Mae turned to face Bea. "Oh, uh, sure."

"Okay. Just don't throw up this time," Bea warned, turning to walk to the fridge.

"Ugh. That was different."

"How?"

"I was just… Ugh, it just was!"

Bea chuckled as she tried to grab the beer from the fridge.

Mae was just a mess at that party. But, it was probably a good thing that she didn't end up hooking up with Cole again. Or else she would've missed out on Bea. The great gay goth. The adorable emo.

"Here ya go," Bea said, handing Mae a bottle of beer. It looked to be, like Bea had said, exceptionally cheap.

Bea sat down at the stool by the counter and grabbed a bottle opener, first using on her beer, before passing it around for everyone to use.

"So… Gregg, how's it going in Bright Harbor?" Mae asked, taking a sip of her beer. She didn't really like beer, but she still felt like drinking it, for some reason or another.

Gregg's face lit up as he took in a big breath, "Oh, Mae, it's amazing! Our apartment is great, thanks to Angus. And, the city's always alive and shit and looks so cool! Work's going great for me and Angus is applying for a job in IT! And, Mae, I just can't explain to you how many gay clubs there are. Like you wouldn't believe it."

"Yeah, but we really miss you guys over there," Angus added, purposefully glancing over Gregg's last statement.

"I'm just too great to not miss, huh?" Mae joked.

Angus quietly chuckled, "Of course, Mae."

The room went silent, however, as Angus finished speaking. It had only taken minutes for conversation topics to dwindle. Only near-silent sips could be heard.

God, it sucked that they had already grown so far apart. Angus and Gregg hadn't been gone for that long, and yet it felt like they hadn't talked for forever. It certainly didn't help that Mae sucked at talking. The silence seemed to burn at Mae and cause her to sweat, causing her to fidget.

"...So, anyone wanna play a board game or something? I've got Settlers of Catan," Bea said.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Gregg shouted.