I call Sally. She’s with her cousin Heidi, at some guys house. Heidi drove there, but she was passed out on the couch, and Sally didn’t know anyone else there and it was all guys.
Fine. “Alright I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I get to the house and call Sally, ten minutes later she stumbles out to the car, with an almost empty bottle of vodka. Sally gets in and slurs, “Joe won’t help me carry Heidi to the car. You gotta come in and help me. She’s passed out on the couch.”
I was not exactly happy about having to go retrieve Sally and Heidi. First off, they were only there for an hour and a half, and they were smashed. Secondly I was no where near my apartment. Thirdly this was not a once in a while incident. More like once a week incident. Not to mention the fact that I wanted to go into some strangers house to carry out the drunk girl.
We go back inside and I really wanted to kill Sally. There were maybe six guys there and that was it. Sally is tried waking her up and then tried picking her up, both of which were unsuccessful. Suddenly Heidi wakes up and refuses to leave, or she’ll leave if she can drive her car home. All the while, one of the stupid moron drunk guys is standing next to me and telling us to stay because it’s Saturday night and we should stay with them and party. I’m pretty sure if I would have had one drink we would have all been gang banged. I just got this creepy feeling from these dudes.
Anyhow, somehow we are now walking out to my car, Heidi is barefoot and insisting she’s driving her car home. Sally gives Heidi her keys. I am furious so I throw my hands in the air, and start to walk to my car. Sally is able to recognize the emotion of anger I am displaying and gets Heidi to get into my car and promises her they can get her car first thing in the morning.
All I’m going to say is that Sally is lucky I was pretty baked over for the ordeal.
Back in my car I check my phone again. Text from Atticus: hey babloev wgat are you doign?
