Maeve leads them outside in silence, surprised by how quiet it turns out to be. Maybe a lot of people are still at the party or because it's just some random Friday in the middle of the month, no one has come up here yet, but the hot tub is empty.

Hot tubs are really her thing, but she still sort of wants to get into this one. It might take a lot of the tension out of the situation if she just got in it fully clothed.

Instead she walks toward a bench that overlooks the view of the mountain and sits, propping her boots up on the railing, then lights two cigarettes and passes one over to Steve. After the first drag, she feels a little steadier, a little less like she's about to puke, and so she looks over at Steve and smiles just a little.

"I like you," she says. "I really like you. But the last guy I liked... he was my best friend, too. I knew he liked me, I knew he... I knew he more than just liked me and when I finally told him, he blew me off. He told me we couldn't even be friends. Then he got drunk at some party he had and acted like a complete fucking arsehole and I... I didn't just lose my chance with him, I lost my best friend. D'you understand?"