(more than once)
it wasn’t your fault.
it was the drink talking
it was your reptilian brain out of control
and it wouldn’t happen again.
(on a regular basis)
it was actually my fault
and if I hadn’t
made snide comments
looked at you in the wrong way
looked at your friend Terry in a different wrong way
walked out of the room when you were talking
criticised you in front of your friends
made a fuss about nothing
agreed with you even when it was obvious I didn’t
locked the bathroom door
crept about like a frightened little mouse
and cried for no reason
none of it would have happened.
But I’m not convinced you were able to hear much by then.