Pierce trudged into the ballroom and wasn't surprised when he couldn't find Arianna. Their unexpected conversation did not end on a good note, leaving Pierce fearful for their future.

"Damn. You look like you need a drink, or maybe you need another joint," Patrick commented once Pierce took his seat next to him.

"You got one on you?"

"Yup," Patrick chuckled, pulling it from his tuxedo jacket. Patrick didn't hesitate to light it up in the ballroom, and Pierce couldn't find it in him to give a shit, eagerly accepting it from his best friend.

"Put that out!" Mrs. Jameson scolded.

"Don't listen to that old bat. Pass it to...