"I remember that...I think I sang to you as a siren." It was a little hazy there in the lake, but he remembers singing to death herself.

Regardless of her admission, he takes a healthy swig off her bottle. "Like I'll complain about helping a friend rid herself of shit alcohol. It's still alcohol." He takes another, smaller, sip and toasts the bottle towards her.

"But...in exchange for your shit alcohol, I'd surely like to know why we're needing the rush of open air and gravity tonight."