Practically screeching down the phone, over-animation takes over and the maladroit mannerisms rears its ugly head, her free hand sweeping the glass of water onto the floor leaving it in a de-constructed mess. Feigning ignorance of her mess, the loudspeaker button is pressed and the phone is set upon her thighs as she loosely ties the length of her hair into a hasty, messy bun.
“I can’t drive, remember idiot?” Albeit the snarky remark is muffled by bobby pins in mouth, the irritation is clear in her tone – a grimace may not be visible through the phone but she’s sure, if he wasn’t so intoxicated, he’d know of her expression – and yet she continues to ready herself for an outside visit. Tugging on an oversized, battered old jumper and slipping on scuffed sneakers, the phone is once again pressed against her small, pink ear. “I’m comin’, just let me know where you are.”
She slams the door of her empty apartment shut. “And for the love of God, go piss somewhere.”
“Um . . there’s swings . . and a sliding thing you get on. .”
The description was nothing short of elementary but it covered the key sights of his surrounding. It was all a blur, all that was able to be recalled in his memory was the image of a shot glass filled with a concoction of substances that were all too foreign to Lucas’ body. Thats was what ensued whenever he decided to venture out of his comfort zone and surrender to the temptations of his friends. They were all drinkers; every single friend of his was an alcoholic while he had never even took a sip of alcohol until that night of oblivion.
Someway, somehow, he ended up at a local park, practically giving any officer that would pass by a free arrest without any resistance. The aftermath of the consumption of the beverage struck the amateur hard. His vision was obscured and walking straight proved to be an impossible task in his current state. The intoxicated male was hopeless on his own. Miraculously enough, he was still somewhat functional to use his phone. It was a blind dial; he had no clue as to who he made the call to but it went through, the voice of a female rang clear in his ear. “Yeah, alright.” A small bush became the solution to his problem and he soon collapsed onto a bench, with fits of hiccups intervening what would be an instant slumber if his eyes closed undisturbed.
