I was thrown in the car and pressed against Clark's chest as I sat on his lap unwillingly with his hands firmly wrapped around me
"You fucker, leave me!" I yelled, although I felt a bit dizzy. His grip only tightened and I tried to bite him. "Grr . . . Grrrr . . ."
I was only a bit drunk and that didn't matter much anyway. I was acting just a little extreme than my usual self, not a huge difference. Good thing that I didn't drink much or else zombie apocalypse would have arised. Clark managed to keep my face away from his arm by tugging at my hair slightly and I continued to act like a leashed dog.
The car halted and Clark scooped me in his arms, while I continued to trash and scream. He swiftly carried me upstairs and clamped his large hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming.
