That probably would have been the wisest thing to do. Even at her most careful, there was something a bit too-fast and too-fluid about her movements. And four shots of tequila in did not qualify as a time when she was 'most careful.' Hell, that she could down that many and not stagger out clinging to Ezra as she went was probably proof enough that she was more than what she seemed.

Oops.

Kathy nodded, taking a seat on a cardboard box filled with napkins, and looked over at him, trying to figure out what to say. Normally, she'd fake a smile and hope some surface enthusiasm would do the trick, but she was emotionally exhausted and didn't have the energy to fake much of anything at all. Besides, she couldn't bullshit a bullshitter; he had way more experience at it than she did.

"Look, I know we didn't exactly part on the best terms..." she said, then trailed off as she realized she had no idea how to finish that.