Dray. Stumbles inside, Aron waiting just inside. Dray doesn't look at him.
Aron. "Sit down."
Enter Lou, shuts the door behind her.
Dray stands, wavering slightly on his feet. "She told me to go to my room. Who am I supposed to be listening to here?" A little brazen/arrogant. Reckless.
Lou. Coldly. "Have a seat."
Dray. Drops into the chair, drops his head in his hands.
Aron. "Would you like to tell us what the hell you were thinking?"
Dray shakes his head. "I wasn't thinking"--
Lou. "Well, that was obvious. Why did you get behind the wheel?"
Dray. "Grace was too drunk to drive, and she wanted to leave the party, so I just... I went along with it."
Aron. "You went along with it? You were too drunk to drive. What the hell, Dray? You could have been killed"--
Dray is fighting tears, and Lou bites her lip and sighs.
Lou. "We'll talk in the morning. You're still drunk." Dray opens his mouth. "No. Upstairs."
Dray does as he's told, head down, feet dragging.
Aron turns to her. "What the hell are we going to do with him?"
Lou shakes her head. "I don't know, love."
Aron sighs heavily. "I trusted him tonight. I really did. That was clearly a mistake."
Camera-->>> Outside the door, Dray is listening, rubs the back of his hand across his face to try to wipe away the tears in his reddenned eyes.
