Boy. Amethyst wants to sink directly into the hotel bed.

"I... no, but..." She pushes a hand through her hair. This isn't how she imagined this would go? In her head, when she'd lurched up to the door, and in the hours preceding, she'd been thinking she'd admit what had happened and Peridot would... reject her, one way or the other - either she'd be so disgusted she wouldn't want anything to do with Amethyst any more, or it would turn out she didn't care because it wasn't that kind of relationship. And then on some nasty, sick level it would be a relief, and Amethyst would let herself sink back into partying her nasty, sick brains out until she forgot about all of this.

That's how this was supposed to go.

She stares at the floor. "I kinda thought you'd be mad about this."