“Uh huh, uh huh…” Ethan, pulling out his phone, stared at the screen for a moment. “Oh.” He blinked. “S’late…” As a matter of fact, most of the party had started to thin out, leaving only a few stranglers who were deep into their own conversations. “We gotta get home.”
“We do?” Finn focused long and hard, trying to think that statement through. But he guessed if Ethan was saying it, it had to be true. “Ok…I gotta call…I gotta call Julian…” Lifting his phone, he opened it and stared at the screen, momentarily forgetting what he was going to do. When he remembered, a hand went to it, stopping him from dialing.
“Nah, nah.” Ethan shook his head. “I’ll take you home.”
Finn frowned. “But you can’t drive!”
“No,” Ethan agreed. “I’ll just call a car. I wanna make sure you get home safe, anyway.
