Alby didn't argue when Bea called him out; she was right, after all, wasn't really anything he could say about it. So instead he just grinned up at her, moved on. "Of course I'm a child," he abolished. "I'm really twelve years old and my parents are actually invisible and this is really their place they just let me pretend like I own it. It's quite fantastic really."
He winked at her, but the conversation had to turn serious eventually, and it did, just then. Alby stared at her for a moment, because...the entire night being gone? That was more than he could fill in, he knew. He'd been at that party with Sam, obviously, but not with Sam, which had of course grated his nerves. Especially as intoxicated as he had been.
He sighed deeply and brought his joint back to his mouth, inhaling what was left and turning his face away from her when he let the smoke out. Normally he wouldn't bother, but the less her clothes smelled like pot was probably the other. He leaned up just a little to shove the leftover in his ashtray, then returned to his comfortable spot on her lap.
"Wish I could tell you that," he admitted. "To be honest...I don't remember a lot myself. I know you showed up right after I did. We shared a bowl and some laughs." And Alby had bee decidedly not staring at Sam, who had been within eyesight at the time being. "Then somehow...I don't really remember how...we ended up splitting. I know you talked to Sam a little...and then Ty." And he really only knew that because he'd used Beatrice as a reason to stick with Sam for a little while. They had a public image of being friends, but Beatrice was friends with both o them, so it was less...unusual, that way? Alby wasn't sure. Sometimes he felt like he was being more obvious when they were out in public by avoiding his boyfriend so much, but better safe than sorry.
His brow scrunched together as he thought, but all he really remembered was alcohol and music and talking to people. Laughing and passing around shots and something splashing over the edge of his cup. They had good parties in Mountain Brook. Top quality, No red solo cups full of cheep beer, but actual mixed alcohol and real drugs. It was fantastic. But as far as remembering actual faces and conversation.
"I saw you with Ellie before I left...I remember because I always get distracted by all that hair she has..." The only girls Alby was close to were Bea - whose hair was as long as his - and Scarlet, who had longer but thin hair. Ellie's hair always caught his attention because it was long and thick. It kind of reminded him of his mother's hair, honestly. As a kid, he'd loved to play with his moms hair...run his little fingers through it, braid it, whatever. It was a little weird, maybe, but true nonetheless. "I was going to tell you bye but..."
But he'd left with Sam. Or as much "with" Sam as he could get away with. It was more like Sam had left, and Alby had followed a safe time afterwords. They'd been together during the window of time the cops were checking, cheating them both out of an alibi. That'd been his fuck up of the night. "I don't know, I guess I lost you somewhere? Maybe you went to the bathroom or something..."
He shrugged a little and sighed. "And unfortunately...that's all I go for ya."