Audrey shot Frank a bemused glance, then smiled with one corner of her lips. "Of course. I mean, most of them were pretty cool." She shot a glance over her shoulder for cameras but didn't see any. She was fairly sure that she was being recorded, but after further consideration, she didn't really care. Let that government jerk think what he wanted; it wasn't like she was a traitor. "If you were into that sort of thing, I heard some had cheap beer, um, vodka. Drinking games."
She had never personally gone to one of those, but she had heard they were fun. Well, as fun as it could get living on the edge of the law, always having to be ready to pack up the alcohol and run when the cops came or risk getting arrested and press-ganged into community service. She wasn't enough of a thrillseeker for that.
She shrugged, then kept going. "That did it for some people. I remember one party, though, where they put on a really good movie. There wasn't any alcohol, but we had soda, and we made popcorn. When it got late, we all curled up on the couches and the floor and stayed up until two in the morning. Just talking, you know, about whatever."
She felt a slight chill run down her back, not the alpine breeze, but cold nostalgia.
"I think it had everything to do with the people who went." Her smile had turned sad. "People matter, not the drinking or anything else."