“Hah. You're realising exactly who you are asking, right?” Casey spoke with a slight awkward laugh as Michael asked her what had happened the night before. Frankly, she didn't have a clue. Everything that had happened after the party was a bit of a blur, a vague memory that seemed to end rather abruptly to merge with her freaky dream. She wondered exactly what had been in that joint that she had smoked at some point during the evening. That was it. That was the last time she accepted a hit from some guy she didn't really know.
As if. We both know you're not going to keep yourself to that... her mind reminded her. She knew how hopeless she really was. When she had a buzz on, any good resolutions she had made tended to go straight out of the window.
A sigh escaped her lips. Michael seemed awfully serious about the situation. But, as much as she had spoken in a joking tone, it was all too true. She really couldn't remember.
“Shit man, I don't know.” She sighed. “I kinda spaced out, I think. You know how I get.” She offered, apologetically. As much as she wanted to shine some light on the events of the night before, she couldn't. She had probably fallen asleep on the way back and had probably near enough sleep-walked into bed. It wouldn't have been the first time. There had been plenty of times she had woken up in bed with no clue on how she had gotten there. Then, there had also been those few times she had awoken in someone else's bed without memory of exactly how that had come to pass. She had sworn many times before that she wouldn't let that happen again, and she had been good recently, but it seemed last night she had once again forgotten her limit.
“I think you just dropped me off and went home. I mean, I woke up in bed, so that must've been what happened.” She shrugged.