“Both.” Shane wants to know both answers.

“Well, they go hand in hand really. I started partying a lot in college and just having a good time in general. I took advantage of lots of adventurous drunk girls.” They both laugh. “And it all carried over into my post graduation life. I went out every night and would get really fucked up and go home with the hottest girl I could find. Or the girl with the best drugs. And then one morning I woke up and had no idea where or I was or who I was with. I snuck out of the girls room and found my way out of her house. When I got outside I was in this totally suburban neighborhood. I knew I had been in the city when the night started, but had no memory of leaving it. I walked until I found a 7-11, I asked the guy working there what town I was in and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Some how I had ended up way out on Long Island. I had sixty two cents in my pocket, no wallet, no ID, no credit cards, nothing. I called one of my friends who lived out there and begged her to come and get me. It was a bit of a wake up call. I did lots of thinking sitting on the curb of that 7-11. And I came to the realization that I hated the person I had become.”

“I know that feeling.” Shane says quietly.

“Pretty ***** isn’t it?” Harper looks at Shane.

“Yeah.” Shane knows she should share something with Harper, but doesn’t know where to begin.

“I’m getting the feeling that we have a lot in common.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Shane says. “I’ve kinda been going through the same thing lately. As you know from Alice and Dana I have a long one night stand history. But what they don’t know is that it’s been 3 months since I’ve had one.”

Harper is almost shocked by the news. “You’re on the wagon.” Harper jokes.

“Yeah, I am. I grew up thinking people were disposable. Or at least I was. My Mom was a junkie and when I was nine she put me into foster care. She couldn’t afford a drug habit and a kid. I was never with a family more then three months. Either I ran away or I got moved for one reason or another.” Harper looks at Shane as she stares off at the city skyline. “I used to love watching movies that showed California. There was something about the beach and the palm trees that made it seem magical to me.” She looks at Harper. “When I was 15 I had this foster family that seemed like they might be cool. For the first two weeks they were really nice. Then one night the guy comes home late from work and he’s drunk. He and the wife start yelling at each other and I have no idea what to do. I hear him smack her and she starts crying. I sneak out of my room to see if she’s ok and he catches me peeking into the kitchen. He comes toward me and I freeze. He yells at me to go back to my room and mind my business, then hauls off and smacks me so hard on my cheek that I fell to the ground.”