The bottle of beer hung at his side, caught loosely between his index and middle fingers. It was almost full and a thick layer of condensation clung to the outside.

“I dunno man.” He sighed, “It’s just bullshit you know?”

Around them people milled about aimlessly, each caught in their own world. A sullen nod from his friend prompted him to continue.

“I can’t shake it.” He scoffed, “I can’t help feel like we fucked up.”

“We didn’t.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just don’t feel it.” He loosened his tie. He was through caring about appearances. “We were her friends man, we should’ve…”

“Should have what?” His friend asked, finally looking up from the floor, “What could we have done that would have changed anything?”

“I don’t know!” His shout drew both angry and sad looks from around the hall, “I don’t know, but if I did, maybe she wouldn’t.”

“That’s crap.” His friend cut him off, “You can’t lay this on yourself, you aren’t God. You don’t get to decide these things.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, “But it’d be easier.”