"Well, would you look at that?" Clarine's sleep deprived and slightly slurring voice filled the entire room, "It's… uh, whatchumacallit… DAWN! Yes, it's dawn." Marsilia snickered and threw one of her heels at her friend. "God, you're wasted." "So are you, Mar." Liece suggested quietly, "and what about Jere? He's definitely a little too far gone for tonight." "Just because you don't drink's no reason to… no reason to…" "Point out how many brain cells you're killing?" "Yeah!" the three drunk ones shouted together. "Honestly, sometimes I don't know why I put up with you guys." Liece muttered, doubting that any of them would be able to hear him, but Clarine's hearing had not left her with her seventh drink. "Without us you'd play bridge with your mom, hate to tell you… I always knew you were a momma's boy." He threw a pillow at his sprawled out friend, "Oh, just shut your mouth." "Make me." "Believe me, if I knew I would've done it by now." "Ha ha… you're funny Lee." "You're just saying that because you're too drunk to know the difference between "funny" and "a jerk"." "Maybe so, but you can quote me when I throw sharp stuff at you later." "Whoa!" Marsilia shouted, "Look! A person! They're all gray, though!" She pointed wildly in front of her. "Oh, shit," Liece whispered, "She's worse than the both of you are combined: Clar, Jere." "Maybe she just saw another of her ghosts," Jere said quietly, looking at the pure shock on her frozen face, "It actually happens a lot at home, and…" "Well then we have nothing to worry about, except getting the two of you home." "Home so early?" Clarine asked, "But that's ridiculous! It's barely past dawn--" "Clar, you need sleep. So do they. You've all got some hellish hangovers to get rid of." No matter how drunk you are, you just don't argue with Liece. Well, you don't if you value your life- so they all gave up the fight to save the night and piled into the '87 Buick they liked to call a car.