“She’s so pretty. I adopted her from the pound, y’know. Not bought. Adopted.” Sara was keen to make the distinction, resting against her own seat. The blonde rolled her eyes and then closed them because it made her dizzy. “Who said I wanted anything when I’m drunk? I wanna go home and sleep. I’m like, so tired. I could suck your dick if you like, really wanted, but you just said you didn’t want me when I’m drunk.” The uber driver glanced at them, and Sara pointed her finger at him. “Hey, Mister. No judging us. Don’t do judging. S’bad.” Sara turned to Keith. “D’you need anything before we go home?”
“Good for you.” Keith wasn’t trying to be an ass but he really just didn’t care about how she had gotten her dog and he rolled his eyes at her suggestion for a blow job. “I’ll pass.” Noticing the glance from the driver, he returned it with a cold glare. If she wasn’t drunk he would rethinking her offer just to spite the guy. “Hm? Uh no, I just need sleep,” he answered honestly. “I’m pretty low maintenance.” That was about the only good thing he could think of when it came to renting him but that mostly done on purpose since he never tried getting rentals but the auction was the one night that nobody could escape a rental.