Nocturnal
“I say, smiling and coughing at the same time.
“Holy crap, are you okay?” She leans down so I could see right down her top if I wanted to. I close my eyes again and clear my throat, which feels like gargling with mouthwash full of broken glass.
“Yeah, I just came out for some air. I think I had one beer too many.” I give a fake laugh, which tears my throat apart. “We should get you inside.” She trips herself as she tries to sit down next to me. Great, I'm going to have to drive her car. She reeks like a bewery. I wonder how much she managed to gulp down while I was getting interrogated and then strangled. Clearly plenty.
“I'm fine.”
“You need a drink, come on.” She grabs my arm and gets me to my shaking feet. It's the drunk leading the traumatized, but she gets me inside and onto a couch where I camp out for the next hour. She goes off every now and then, but comes back to check on me. I hide from Jamie, who would certainly have a litter of kittens if he knew what condition I'm in.
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