stumbling home || grace & ray
Ray had just stumbled out of the bar he usual went to, and pulled out his phone. He tried texting Grace that he was heading over to her place, but unbeknownst to him it was just a text filled with gibberish. He couldn’t type correctly, and it was a miracle he could even remember where her apartment was. Ray’s fiance’s face flashed into his mind and he mumbled to himself, waving off to no one. He began his long walk to her building. He was talking to himself, and there was this constant horn noise in his ear that wouldn’t go away.
On his walk over, he dialed his fiance’s old number. It rang, and rang, and no one picked up. The receiver played and he began to talk, “hey, I-uh-I can’t make it to home, but I s’pose you cant’t make it to the house either.” He laughed, and tripped into the elevator in Grace’s building. He pressed all the buttons, trying to remember which floor she was on. As he hung up the phone, that same horn noise came ringing back harder in his ears. “Damn, horn noise, won’t stop.” He put a hand over one of his ears as he used his other to knock on Grace’s door.
“Heya, Grace.” Ray’s words were slurred as he called out for her, forgetting how late it was and that she might be asleep. “I s’pose I just uh, crash on the couch, huh.”
