Ashley had made himself quite comfortable. Shoes kicked off he lounged with his feet on the laminate tabletop. Several empty drink glasses circled a half eaten onion blossom. He plucked another petal and popped it in his mouth as Kavinsky took a seat.

"Truth or dare, huh?"

The other option was going back to the hotel. To a dark, empty room alone. He is a little tipsy, starting to lean toward drunk, but not enough that the heavy sense of loss pressing on his chest is gone. Being alone with that feeling, with everything going on in his head, was a bad idea. At the hotel he had gotten as far as staring at the door to his room. Instead of turning the handle he turned around and found his way to The Odeon. Crowds. Noise. Drinking. A place he could try to get out of his head. Or at least not face what he was feeling.

He chased the taste of deep fried onion with a gulp of something amber swirling in his glass.

"I'm game."