** Tyler **
"Um, Chelsea …" Tyler fumbled a little for words. Was there even a delicate way to put this at all? He wanted to be honest, but he didn't want to sound like an ass. "Um, so, about last night …"
Chelsea cocked her head. Unusually for her, she didn't say anything as she waited for him to finish that sentence.
"Well, I was … quite drunk."
Right. How eloquent.
"… And?" She waited a few more moments until he stayed quiet for too long. Then she raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare tell me you regret it. That trope is disgusting."
"What? N-No, of course not! I mean … Yes, sort of? But not really— I mean, not in that way!"
