“What the fuck? This has nothing to do with you, so how about you back off and go console her instead of starting shit here?” Arrick yells at her, losing his temper faster than I even anticipated, and I blink at him as he turns on her. Seeing, really, the first tell-tale signs that he’s a lot drunker than I thought, and that does not bode well for her. All his normal controlled composure is a little flighty when he’s like this.

“I’m her best friend, and she’s been sobbing ...