A/N: Whoa, people are actually reviewing. Sweetness. Keep 'em coming. (And in reply to some of the comments, I'll try to submit quicker and make longer chapters. I shall indeed try. I was going to submit earlier, but somebody informed me that they needed the computer urgently… then they went on msn for hours. Damn them.) Let's see how this chapter goes, shall we? grin

"I've so been looking forward to getting out. I haven't done anything in ages," said Sara as they sat down at the bar. They were at a nice place. It had cool glowing walls and tabletops and they played some awesome tunes. It was Greg's favorite place to just chill after work sometimes.

"Beer please," Sara called out to the bartender. Greg ordered the same. They sat there for a while not saying much and things were getting a bit awkward.

"So, you like Entwine?" asked Greg, breaking the silence. Sara stared at him blankly. "Entwine. The band that did this song" said Greg as he pointed in the direction where the music was coming from. "It's a cool band from Finland. Their stuff is great," said Greg, smiling a bit. Sara just shrugged and went back to staring at her beer. He looked at her questioningly for a few seconds.

"Hey… are you sure you're okay? You seem a little… depressed lately,"

She glanced over at him "It's just a bad day. Don't look too much into it," she said then finished off her beer.

"It's not just today. It's been like this for a few weeks,"

Sara chuckled, "And how do you know so much about me? Have you been stalking me?" she said as she smiled for the first time the entire night.

Greg laughed, "Yeah, I live in your attic,"

He was actually being serious, but since he had just gotten a laugh out of her he decided to run with it. It was obvious that she was trying to change the subject, he knew that, but he didn't want this to be uncomfortable for her. He just wanted her to have some fun and possibly get out of her rut.

So, for about half an hour they continued to talk. Not about anything in particular, (certainly not about work) just fun stuff. Music, TV, movies, hobbies… caterpillars, it was all good. Greg wasn't keeping track of time, but quite honestly, he didn't care what the time was. Sara seemed to be having a great time.

It was about an hour after that when he noticed that he was feeling a little buzzed. More importantly, he noticed that Sara was on her sixth beer and still knocking them back.

"Sara don't you think you've had enough for tonight?" asked Greg as he searched the room for a clock.

"No, I'm totally fine," she said. Greg noticed that her speech was a little slurred.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No I'm not. I've only had three,"

"You've had double that. I think we should probably get out of here. It's getting really late and we have work tomorrow,"

"God, Greg. Don't be such a nerd; it's not that late,"

"Yes, it really is late. And you're drunk… I should get you home," he tried to stay calm. This wasn't the greatest situation to be in. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Come on, Sara. Let's go,"

"Screw off, I'll drive home myself," she said as she shrugged his hand off her shoulder. Crap. This is not good. Sara's going to be hung over tomorrow and it's going to be my fault… And how the hell am I going to get her home? She's being really difficult he thought, getting worried and a bit irritated.

"Sara. You aren't driving. You're going to kill yourself. Let's GO," he said raising his voice a bit. This must've gotten through to her because she reluctantly got up and followed him out the door. Once they were in the car, Sara started getting really pissed off at him.

"What the hell is your problem? We were having a good time! When did you become my father? I can take care of myself, I don't need you do these things for me! I cannot believe you!" she was yelling at him pretty loud and it was very clear now that she was plastered.

"What the hell is your problem, Sara? Why would you get completely drunk off you ass? You have to work. This isn't like you,"

"It's your fault, you let me get drunk. Besides, I'm really not that wasted. And you don't know anything about me! How the hell would you know?"

"It isn't my fault your drunk. Like you said, I'm not your father. And how am I supposed to know anything about you when you never tell me anything? I'm not a mind-reader, Sara,"

"Well, I don't want to talk to you about my life. Your just… your just Greg,"

That last comment cut through him. I'm just Greg? he thought to himself as he tried to mask how hurt he was. Was that supposed to mean that she didn't trust him? Does everyone just think he's the crazy guy that can't be serious about anything? He remained silent for several minutes. Sara started to feel a little guilty for what she just said. She stared out the window and bit her lip.

"I didn't mean that," she said quietly.

"Sure you didn't," he said clearly not believing it.

"I didn't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said that. I'm sorry about this whole night… I'm such a mess… I don't know what I'm doing," a few tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly. "I have some issues that I need to work out. I'm just sorry I had to drag you into this,"

He pulled the car up to the sidewalk next to Sara apartment, "It's alright. And hey, the night wasn't all bad. We had some fun,"

She smiled sadly "Thanks for driving me home,"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. She looked at him for a few seconds, then slowly leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks for everything,"

She got out of the car and made her way to the entrance as Greg watched her. He didn't quite believe what just happened… then again, she had had a few 'refreshments'. Maybe it didn't mean anything. He pondered for the rest of the drive home and wondered what things would be like tomorrow.