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Sergio glared down at her. "Fine. You d-dont want to give me my task. Then fuck you." This time he couldn't suppress the slurring of his words. His movements uncoordinated, as he pushed past her. His stumbling very noticeable. Using his car as support, he fumbled with the keys. Muttering curses under his breath, as he found the right one. Unlocking his car, he plopped into his seat. He still hadn't closed the car door, he stuck his hand out flipping her off. Once again fumbling with the keys and dropping them at his feet in the car. He muttered under his breath again. Once again in his inebriated mind, he didn't see the problem with driving himself home. He already managed to drive out here. |
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Hannah swore under her breath. He just had to be difficult, didn’t he? Walking over to his car, frustrated with his lack of maturity. She leaned over him and grabbed the keys out of the car, pocketing them. “You’ll get your task when you’re sober and behaving like a normal fucking person” she snapped at him. There was no way he was going to be able to drive himself home safely in this state, he’d crash and likely die, or get pulled over and get his license suspended. He was clearly way over the limit and she knew he couldn’t afford another misdemeanour. Hannah pushed him back into the seat, pissed off. She had been willing to just take him home and forget about it, but this was pushing her limits. If he hadn’t been so irresponsible, they could have been moving on with their game, with his task, but he just had to have gone out and gotten himself drunk. Her mind flicked back to that girl he was with, god knows what happened to her. Grabbing his jaw, she lifted his head to look at her. “Listen here idiot, either you stay here and I call a cab for you and you can figure out what the hell to say to them, or you fucking move and let me take you home. Got it?” Hannah whispered to him. |
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Sergio glared up at her, eyes red. A clear sign he's had way too much to drink. Weakly pushing her hand away from him, he began sloppily sliding his hands on her pockets, looking for his keys. "Just let me drive." He muttered, like a child that had just been scolded. No one actually knew where Sergio called home. He never brought friends back, or anything of the sorts. Not even hookups. He didn't want people to see where he lived. He especially didn't like coming back home drunk. That would only arise concern from his family members, if they woke up to that. "I'm not going home." His hands still searching for his keys. Frankly, he was doing a terrible job at it. His eye coordination was not up to par. |
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Hannah closed her eyes for a moment, sighing. This was clearly going to be harder than she anticipated. Hannah wasn’t 100% sure what the best option for this situation was. He was acting like a child, really. Hannah looked over her shoulder, the roads were quiet, empty, except for the very distant sounds of sirens fading away. There hadn’t been anyone left at the race to get caught so she wasn’t worried about it too much. Although, she was beginning to grow worried about Sergio, if she didn’t get him out of the car and off the road soon, they’d have a whole lot more problems. Hannah grabbed his hands and moved them away from her. She leaned over and pushed him back down into the seat. Crouching down next to the car, Hannah balanced herself with a hand on the ground, the road smooth and cold under her fingers. Looking at him, she thought for a moment. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. Would you really rather stay at mine for tonight? Besides from going home, that’s your only other option.” She told him, keeping her voice quiet. Hannah knew the dangers of being around somebody with his personality & capabilities, add in alcohol and you have a real problem on your hands. |
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Sergio huffed out, glaring at her from his position. Without saying a word he climbed into the passenger side. The motion was not smooth in the slightest, as his frame was too big for the size of the car. He banged his head on the roof of his car. "Fuck!" He cradled his head. He was already beginning to feel lightheaded from the alcohol, him hitting his head only made him feel worse. Trying to collect himself, but failing miserably, he watched her from his new spot. "I don't need a babysitter." He visibly pouted, while he leaned back in his seat. Funny how he says that yet listens to what she tells him. |
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Hannah smiled to herself, sliding into his seat. She was partly glad he just gave in and she wouldn’t have to stand there and argue with him about it for the rest of the night, but it also meant the fact he gave in so easily, he was well and truly drunk. He’d never just agree to do what she says, so she could tell it was pretty bad. Hannah pulled the keys out of her pocket, turning on the engine and pulling onto the road. He had done a terrible job at parking so it wasn’t hard to get on the right side, seeing as though he barely pulled to the side when he had parked. Hannah pulled back into the main roads, before looking over at him. “Where am I taking you, yours or mine?” she asked him quietly. It’d be a little awkward if he decided to stay at hers for the night but she’d rather it than risk him running off in the middle of the night and getting himself into some trouble with the police. In his current situation, she knew that the second they asked him, Sergio would crack and tell them everything, which was something Hannah couldn’t afford to happen. |
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Sergio shook his head. He didn't care where he went. He would sit in a cell overnight, just so he wouldn't show up at home in his state. "I said I'm not going home." He slurred. He stared blankly up at the roof of the car, trying to focus his eyesight. He rubbed tiredly at his face. He wanted to do something. Already bored out of his mind, and the car ride barely started. Grabbing his phone he tried focus on the words. He squinted his eyes, "This is bullshit." The words on his phone blurred beyond belief to him. He threw his phone at his feet. (Ew mine be so shorttt :'( |
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Hannah sighed, turning off the road, towards her neighbourhood. If he was so insistent on not going on home then he was going to go and sleep it off. Staying quiet, she didn’t know what to say, she was afraid the moment she opened her mouth, she was bound to say something she would definitely regret. It was best to just stay quiet and figure things out when she got home. Hannah’s car was still over on the back road, she’d go back and get it later. Getting Sergio somewhere that he wasn’t going to get arrested was kind of more important right now. Pulling into the driveway, Hannah turned the engine off, pocketing his keys once more. There was no way she was giving them back, he’d likely try to run off with them the moment she did. She’d give them back to him once he was sober. She sighed, getting out and walking over to the passenger side door. She opened it, gesturing for him to get out. (It’s fine, so are mine >.<) |
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Sergio barely noticed the car stopped. He was gazing up at the roof of the car, when he glanced down to see his door open. He grunted, as he made a move to get out. The minute he stood up to his full height, he just about went crashing down. He cursed, barely catching himself with the door, and holding onto Hannah's shoulder.
Steadying himself the best he could. He stumbled forward. He kept his eyes on the ground. He crashed into the wall of the house. "If the fucking floor would stay still." He mumbled angrily. He probably looked like a baby deer just learning to walk. |
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Hannah chuckled as he fell slightly. Grabbing onto him, she pulled him away from the door, closing it. Grabbing her keys out of her pocket, she sighed. “if you throw up in my house, you are so dead” she told him, a clear warning in her voice. The last thing she had been wanting to do tonight was to babysit Sergio but that was exactly where the night had led to. There wasn’t much she could do about it except just try to get him inside and asleep. After that, she’d have no problems. Eventually, Hannah led him over to the front door, a tight grip on his shoulder. Letting him go for a spilt second, she unlocked the door and led him in. Closing the door behind her, Hannah flicked the lights on. She led him upstairs and to the left, into the guest bedroom. She turned the lights on, leading him gently over to the bed. Hannah left the room for a moment, returning a minute later with a glass of water and painkillers, he’d need them by morning. Standing in front of him, she looked at him, “You gonna be okay if I go?” she asked him quietly. |
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