° He’d disappeared for 5 minutes. 5 minutes. And he comes back to this. “Oh Jesus Christ, Krys no…” Red cup and cigarette in hand, he carefully moves through the crowd of people to take hold of her forearm and pull her along. “Why in the fuck did I bring you to this party?” He’s speaking through a grit toothed grin, glancing at the people around him as he attempts to pull her through the crowd. “No she’s okay, I’m going to get her back safe. I’m notgonna fucking kiss her Godfrey.” He shakes his head, pushing open the front door and stepping into the humid night air. Alcohol splashed onto his jeans and the cigarette between his fingers dipped down into the cup, so he threw both of them in the trash bag tied aorund a tree beside them. “You ready to go?”
In her defense he had always known that she wasn’t a very strong drinker and it was even worse when she was drinking on an empty stomach. She’d spent most of the day rushing around to make sure she’d be free for the party that she hadn’t even stopped to eat since breakfast and so just a few drinks in, she was giggling and coming out with God only knew what because she forgot as soon as the words were said. Luckily she didn’t have too much longer to make a fool out of herself and creep everybody out when she felt a hand at her forearm and found herself being pulled away from the crowd. “You invited me because you didn’t want to look like a loser who came alone, remember?” She replied with a sulky pout on her lips as she stepped or rather was dragged outside with him. “Thought you said you wanted to party till the sun came up. What happened? Getting old?” She teased.