After spending a few hours at the bar, everyone started to walk out the door. Many were drunk, including Devon who was screaming about shooting pool, while Scott and a half-drunk Greg held him up.
“Next time buddy. You need to sleep some of that stuff off,” Scott said, with a laugh. He then looked at Isabella who had just reached the door of the bar and said, “Hey, did you need me to walk you back?” His eyes were full of hope that maybe they could spend time alone together. When he invited her, he intended for it to be a small group of people, but then his roommate Greg heard him talking to Devon about it while he was walking with Gigi and a few other people, and the small group became a big one and he barely got to talk to her. So, he hoped that by walking her home, they could get to kn
