Josh's P.O.V
'C-come on man, t-time to g-get you home'. I tried to pull Richie up off the bar stool and dragged him to the exit, but it was proving to be difficult.
'Nahhhhhh….. just one more D-drink'. He tried to pull me back to the bar, but I managed to stop him and get him out side to the curb. Flagging down a taxi, I pushed him in side and got in.
I gave the driver Richie's address and we headed off. I managed to text Lisa and tell her I was bringing her very drunk boy friend home but when I didn't hear back off her, I figured she was just a sleep. In all fairness, it was past 3 o'clock in the morning.
Pulling up at the house, I paid the driver and got out. Grabbing hold of Richie's arm and pulled him out of the back seat, and slammed the door. Ignoring the driver screaming at
