I'd be okay with it not being all about me, actually. Just- really okay with it.

[ but there's no hesitation in her stepping into the bar after he opens the door for her, already trying to figure out her drinking gameplan here. she doesn't want to get trashed, but however much it'll take for this to stop seeming like an incredibly awkward, awful dream ( not a nightmare, just a dream ). ]

I think you should just tell me how you graduated, and I'll do that.