" "What the hell's that?" "It's like a Jägerbomb, but instead of RedBull, the shots are dropped in lager. Think it's three parts JägerMeister and on... part Schnapps over Becks. Pretty heavy duty. Explains a lot." He scrolled back and forth, frowning and shaking his head. "Does your phone give anything away?" "I'd have to find it first." "Gimme your number." She furrowed her brow and reeled it off after a little trial and error. From the hallway, they heard a muffled rendition of Daft Punk's Get. She heard a click of another door unlocking further down the hall. And at that moment, she realized that she had forgotten her keys in our apartment.I was watching her through the peep hole in our door and whispered the play by play to Jess.Emma quickly turned around and came back to our door, only to find it locked (thanks to Jess’ quick thinking – she’d already seen Emma’s keys sitting on the floor near her phone.)“Fuck! Guys! Let me back in!” she hissed as she banged on our door with her. A quick stir and it was an 'almost' instant lunch.At least it was an easy, warm meal.I poured a glass of soda for each of us and then I realize another error of my ways. How would 'No Eyes' eat. Sometimes I am so stupid.Pulling my chair next to hers, I offered to feed her because she couldn't see. Well, she surprised me by telling me she could do it herself."You see, I'm blind," she told me. "I can feed myself. Thanks anyway."Well, I'm not totally blind," she continued. "I'm what they call. “But you’re not saying that you aren’t,” said Pete.“I’m never going to say whether I have sex with anybody when you’re around, not even after I’m married. If I say that I’m not, then that implies that you have the right to know whether I am. And you definitely don’t. I won’t even tell you whether I’m having sex this very minute.” Pete ostentatiously looked under the tablecloth.“Can we change the subject?” Dad asked.“Choose another.”“How do you think your grades went?”“Well, we’ll learn soon.