“I suppose I’d better drive you home, then.”
“Um… I honestly think you’d better not.”
“Bloody nonsense! Come on.”
“I’ll… I’ll wait for a cab or something.”
“I thought you couldn’t get any cabs!”
“Well, that was a few hours ago. It might be better now.”
“I don’t know that it will. Come on, I’ve said I’ll drive you and I intend to.”
Another smash comes from upstairs.
“Just get in the bloody car.”
“No, Bastian. Look, you’re totally pissed and you’ll probably get arrested.”
“Not at this time.”
“Well, you’ll get us killed then.”
He thinks. His mouth moves slightly.
“Well, I suppose you can sleep in the guest room while I sober up.”
“Thanks. I think that’s better.”
“Mm. Come on, now.”
He leads me up at least two staircases, several rooms apart from each other. I hope I don’t get
