Things I can't forget

Miley says to party

"Come on, I'll drop you home," Peter offered.

"Haven't you had too much to drink?"

"Not nearly as much as you have," he smiled. "I'm still under the limit. I'm fine to drive."

"I can't just leave," I felt tears build up in the corner of my eyes. "I came here with my friend Dallas and I can't leave him. Leon was our ride." I wiped away some of the flowing tears.

"Let's go find him. I'll drop both of you home," he insisted now wiping my tears with his thumbs for me.

"Thank you."

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We found Dallas in the dining room, half an hour later. He was still dancing on the table with a cup in both hands. He looked even more drunk than he had earlier.

Dallas was singing along really loudly and out of tune to 'party in the USA' by Miley Cyrus. Everyone loved it and cheered, danced and sang along with him. I was assuming that this was because they too, were all completely drunk.

"How much has he had to drink?" Peter asked looking concerned but amused at the same time.

"Way more than he should have." I answered.

I had no idea how many drinks he must've consumed. But judging from his unusual actions. It was a lot.

"Dallas," I shouted pushing my way past people. "Get down before you hurt yourself. It's time to leave now," I instructed.

"But butternut pie ," he whined. "Can't we stay just a little while longer? I haven't finished my drink yet."

"You've had enough to drink. Come on let's go."

Ignoring my requests Dallas continued dancing on the table.
"MILEY SAYS TO PARTY!" He shouted excitedly. "LISTEN TO THE QUEEN!"

Peter who stood besides me called to Dallas, "Come on I'll take you home."

"What are you doing here?" Dallas asked laughing.

"Saving you from waking up in the middle of a rundown street tomorrow," Peter said. He grabbed Dallas and pulled him off the table causing most of Dallas's two drinks to spill.

"Hey! Can we at least wait until the song is over?" He asked. "I LOVE MILEY!"

I took his cups and set them onto the table before pulling him towards the houses front door.

Dallas done all he could to try and stay in the house by grabbing door frames, pushing all his weight down and he even dropped and laid on the floor, in protest. Between me and Peter we managed to get him out of the house despite the difficulties.

"I come home in the morning light my mother says, 'when you gonna live your life right?' Oh, mother dear, we're not the fortunate ones. And girls they wanna have fun. OH GIRLS, JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!" Dallas sang extremely loudly.

Dallas continued to sing Miley Cyrus songs all the way to Peter's car, which was parked two streets away. He got in the back and fell asleep almost instantly.

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"Are you alright?" Peter asked me after driving for a while.

"Fine," I barely whispered looking out of the window at the dark night- early morning.

"Don't worry about Dallas. He'll be fine by the morning," Peter assured me.

"I know," I said. It was true. I knew Dallas would be fine later on. He might be a drunken mess now but he won't be for too long.