Webster is now genuinely unsure if he should be jealous or not. Of the classmates she kissed. Of Ennis in particular. Of this bottle of vodka that apparently has gotten to touch Gwen's lips a bunch tonight. Her joke about the car that ran her over pulls him out of his head. He laughs and decides to shelf these thoughts for later.

"I can't believe you were the victim of a hit and run. On your birthday no less." He gets comfortable next to her. "How's today been otherwise?"