It was the first time Neil and Kevin had been alone since the broadcast. Despite everything that happened that day, they had nothing to say to each other. They stared in opposite directions and sat in awkward silence the entire half-hour Andrew was gone. Neil was starting to think Andrew had gotten lost on his way back from the bar when Andrew finally returned with a load of drinks. He almost said something about it, but let it go in favor of watching them drink.

Last call for drinks went up at ten 'til midnight. Aaron and Nicky came back for a final round. Kevin had to climb up Andrew's side to get to his feet after downing thirteen drinks in an hour and a half. Neil thought it a miracle he stayed standing. Andrew helped Kevin out, so Neil kept Nicky from wheeling off the sidewalk into the road. Neil offered to drive, but Andrew ignored him and got into the driver's seat.

Neil didn't remember leaving the club last time, so he paid attention to the drive this time. The house was seven minutes away, off the interstate a short ways and in a small neighborhood. Andrew was pulling into the driveway when Aaron's phone rang. Aaron fumbled through his pockets looking for it, but it took him four rings to find it. He flipped it open, stared blearily at the screen, and made a face.

"Coach," he said, and answered. "Do you know what time it is? What? Wait, what? You're lying. I don't believe you!"

Aaron jerked the phone away from his ear and shoved it at Andrew. Andrew took time to light a cigarette before taking it. He cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he put his pack of cigarettes away.

"What do you want?" he asked, and listened as Wymack explained all over again. "Overdosed like how?"

"Again?" Nicky said incredulously. "That stupid bastard."

"Never again," Andrew said over his shoulder. "He's dead."

There was a second of absolute silence before Nicky moved. He grabbed Andrew's shoulder and gave him a violent shake. "No. What?"

Andrew shrugged him off and spoke into the phone. "No, not a good idea. I'll call you when we're back in town."

Nicky slumped forward in his chair and groaned low in his throat. "Shit, shit. No way."

"Who overdosed?" Neil asked.

"Seth." Andrew hung up and tapped the phone against his thigh. "Someone found him face-down in the bathroom at Bacchus where he drowned in his own puke. It's exactly how I warned him he was going to clock out, not that he ever listened to me."

Neil was hearing things. "Seth overdosed?"

"Keep up with the conversation," Andrew said.

"I thought he was on something, but I never saw him using," Neil said.

"He cleared most of it out of his system years ago," Andrew said. "Only thing he's on these days is antidepressants. Curious."

"I might be sick," Nicky said miserably.