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Ch. 18: Drunken Mishaps

        The sun was already setting by the time we had left the bar, though I wasn't sure how long exactly we had stayed  there for, it was long enough for Rose to get thoroughly drunk on my behalf. The air outside the bar we had spent many hours in, felt musty and heavy, making me long for autumn to descend upon us and at the same time hating the fact that we still had a month to go.

          Autumn had always been my favorite season, I loved that it was neither too hot or too cold. I loved watching the leaves change colors as they fall and cover the ground, and the crisp freshness in the air. And as fate would have it, two of my favorite people were born in Autumn and only a month or so apart.

           There was two types of drunks, I realized a while back; the mean ones who seemed to always be irritated, get on everyone's nerves because they couldn't control their anger, and found faults or issues in everything, and then there was happy ones who would laugh at random things, approach you as if they knew you, tell you how beautiful you are even if  you are not, tell you about their lives and try to recount a funny story while laughing throughout it, though you realize the story isn't really funny but you can't help but laugh along with them.

          Thankfully, Rose has always been part of the latter which definitely made things much more fun for the people around her as she had the tendency of randomly laughing and talking a whole lot, though in all honesty, it's more of slurring of words, stuttering and sometimes mumbling, than actual talking. But if she wanted to send a point across, she would talk your ear out until you understood what she was saying.

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           It was already past Levy's bedtime when we finally arrived at Rose's place, having decided together while we were driving home to stop at one of our favorite burger joint to have dinner since alcohol and ice cream was all we both respectively had the whole afternoon. How she still wasn't passed out or haven't puked her gut yet was completely foreign to me. The girl could definitely hold her liquor.

            "Okay, babe, we are here." I said as I parked the vehicle and turned off the engine. I turned to Rose who was in the passenger seat telling me of a time when Levy was barely a year old and he had a major poop incident while they were at a restaurant and she had to basically wash the kid in the sink because it was so bad and everyone was glaring at her because it was disgusting.

            She laughed and looked at me. "I was gagging the whole time. It was horrible." Why she thought to tell me that story was beyond me and the face I made told her exactly what my words wouldn't say.

          I stepped out of the vehicle, walked around it to the passenger door which I opened and helped her out, making sure she didn't fall face first. An arm around her, I directed her somewhat limp body toward the elevators and hoped that she wouldn't stagger too much, because if she was to fall, I would be found on the floor with her. I wanted to avoid that so we took careful steps until we entered the elevator then I let her go as she lean on the glass wall behind her. She turned and looked at herself for a few seconds then started laughing.

          I frowned, a smile creeping on my face at the way she kept pulling at her face. "What's so funny?"

         "I'm so drunk and you're so pregnant." She giggled, turning her glassy, bloodshot eyes toward me. I laughed along with her until we both sighed. She took a couple steps until she was standing in front of me and a second later, her head was on my shoulder. The elevator opened and together we stepped out, fortunately, her place was the third door on the left which was easy to get to.

         We both stumbled inside as soon as I was able to open the door and were welcomed by William who had decided about two months ago to fully grow his beard...much to his wife's chagrin, though, I had to admit that it looked good on him.