****Beau POV****
I was so glad when Rylee called me from the bar!
I'm not sure what made her go to the bar, in the first place...
But as I'm pulling up to pick her up, I see her head down on the bar counter.
The bartender informs me, that she is a mess. I can see that, but thanks for pointing it out!
"I say to him."
He continues to tell me, she has had about ten shots total and two drinks.
Oh great! In my experience, that means, she is probably going to vomit all over the place.
I walk up to her, and I put her arms around my neck.
She smiles, "you came for me!" Yeah, I will always come to get you, if you need me to.
She then starts to cry! I say please don't cry, it's alright whatever it is, we can work through it together!
She is slurring her words now, and it's hard to underst
