“No.”
“What?”
“Not mine,” she muttered. “Not going there.”
I frowned at her. “We’re meant to be staying in yours. All our s**t is there.”
“No.”
I sighed, shrugging at Molly. “I’ll just bring her back to mine, I guess.”
Connie leaned into me a little bit more, resting her head on my shoulder. “No more tequila, fuckermother,” she yawned, her voice muffled.
“Agreed. Come on. Do you think you can walk?”
She nodded and I bid the other two a goodbye before we set out toward my house. It was a much further walk to mine than it was to hers, seeing as she lived just a few houses away, but I decided not to question her any further. Neither of us said anything as we walked, her weight leaning down on me as I struggled to keep her upright, but it seemed the more we walked the more capable she
