Heather was a mysterious little being. He'd known her for ages now but he knew so little about her besides things like which songs she could scream/swing all the way through while intoxicated and her unfortunate love of Spice World.

Damn Spice World.

But now he felt strange. Closed out.

"No, I just need a drink and, uh...a coat that's not full of holes." He looked at what he could see of his feet. "Maybe two drinks."