The only thing I was feeling at the moment was this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach which was way better than the pain from earlier. Too say I was just a little tipsy is an understatement. I didn't realize it, but I was drunk.
"Henry." I slurred as he carried me over his shoulder as I couldn't walk since things seemed so blurry, "is it just me or did your ass get way nicer. I kinda like the view from here."
"I appreciate the compliment, but you my friend are wasted," he said.
"I am not wasted," I argued.
"Really? So where are we?" he asked.
I looked around not able to depict anything, "Are we in Paris?" I asked.
"No silly, we're back at your place," he said.
"I don't have a place," I hiccuped, "I don't belong anywhere." I hiccuped again. "Mom was right, I can't do my job as a woman
