*Harper's POV*
As soon as Dawson left, I got up to go to the bathroom. I hadn't realized I had been holding it in, and I desperately needed to go.
"Where are you going?" Blake asked as he stood up and walked towards me.
"I was just going to go to the bathroom," I said as I patted him on the shoulder and gave a slight smile. I appreciated how protective he was towards me, like a big brother I never had.
“Need us to go with you?” Talia suggested, referring to her and Irene. I shook my head no, knowing they were a little too far gone at this point and I didn’t want to carry two drunks to and from the bathroom at the moment.
“No, it’s OK. You two stay there. I’ll be right back,” I said with a smile as I turned to leave.
"Hank, go with her," Blake demanded. Without question, Hank followe
