"Late... yeah, pretty much!" He speaks a little too loudly, swaying slightly as he looks his bandmate over. Why isn't he upset? God, why isn't he drinking more? Dino remembers he doesn't do so much of the partying. Frankly, Dino doesn't either, not really. He's had something--someone--to keep him from going too wild, and now that they're gone, he's having trouble caring.

"You're doing okay?"