Nov 11, 2015
@forrestfull-bailey
”Bailey,” Logan whined, leaning over and resting his arms on the open car window, “I’m not that drunk.” He smiled, shrugging casually. “I don’t need you to come pick me up. I’m just- I thought I’d just Uber home or something. Like- you know, I”m fine.” His words were slurred, and you could smell the alcohol on him plain and clear. “Just go home, it’s so late.” He stood up, almost stumbling over as he took a step away, expecting that’d be the end of it and she’d drive back to school.