A few blows to the face and a twenty minute car ride sobered Luke up. For the most part, at least. A loud stereo and the windows down drained the alcohol from his blood. Yet the blood was still draining out of the split above his brow and down his nose.
"I can get out by myself," he grumbled, pushing my helping hand away from him as he climbed from the car.
We stood shivering in his driveway. Still, the weather wasn't as cold as his words.
I reached in my purse as we trudged towards his home, grabbing the flask Ashton had prepared and given to me "just in case". I took a swig, wincing at the cheap vodka that burned through me. Hopefully, I would only be needing one of these tonight. But something made it seem like he should've packed me two.
I was surprised that he let me into his ho
