Noel appeared in front of us and took Aspen’s drink away. “That’s it, ladies. No more alcohol for either of you. The bar’s about to close, anyway. And just so you know, you’re both riding back to the house with me. We’ll pick up whoever’s car you drove here in the morning.”
“Mine,” I said, lifting my hand.
He snorted. “Then it’ll be fine. No one would even think about bothering that hunk of junk.”
“Hey, that’s my baby you’re offending.” Even though he was right, it was the crappiest car ever. At least it got me where I wanted to go...most of the time.
“Oh, God.” Aspen moaned and slapped a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Shit.” Noel leapt over the bar and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I knew I should’ve cut you off sooner. Come on, baby. I’ll help you to the bath
