Chris stared at April's back for a moment.  He had angered her again, this time by answering the phone.  He wanted to protest his own innocence, but she probably wouldn't listen.  Chris remembered previous walls of silence when he screwed up pretty badly.  He debated the merits of staying in the room and enduring the uncomfortable silence or perhaps going out to the bar.  After a bit longer, he made up his mind.  A drink would most definitely be in order, he turned and massaged April's shoulders before getting up.  "I'm going out for a bit..."  Chris said quietly as he got dressed and slipped out the bedroom door.<br/><br/>Shortly after, he picked up his wallet and phone from his discarded clothing which he placed in the hamper.  After making sure the front door was closed, Chris flipped on his cell phone and called James as he got into the car.  "Hey, James.  I'm heading over to the pub for a drink.  Why don't meet me there..."