Ophélie

Part 3

It takes me fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant. I pull up and hop out of the car, walking with determination into the restaurant.

The hostess tries to stop me but I spot the guys and point to them.

I see a flash of recognition in her eyes and she smiles.

When Carlos sees me coming up to him he smiles. "Chaaaaarles. Your girlfriend is here!"

I frown at him. "Carlos."

His face straightens out, but only briefly before he's laughing again. He waves his hand over his face and tries to pull a serious face while suppressing a laugh. "Ophelia."

I shake my head. "You're super drunk right now. Let's get you home."

Carlos giggles, and turns to Lando. "You hear that? She wants to take me home."

Lando bursts out laughing. "You're drunk as fuck mate."

Carlos grins at him, wiggling his eyebrows. "Not too drunk."

Charles stands up, he's angry. I put my hand on his shoulder and tell him "I've got this."

I turn back to Carlos. "Oh, you devil you. Let me take you home."

He stands up and comes over to me. I nod at Lando and Charles who help me get Carlos to the car. Lando opens the back door and I shove Carlos into the car. He's laying down. Lando gets in next to him, putting his head in his lap.

I chuckle a little and Lando frowns at me.

I shut the door and turn to Charles. "How much did you drink tonight?"

He shrugs. "A couple of beers."

I nod. "Okay, but I'm driving us back."

I give him a stern look and he knows not to argue.

I watch him walk around the car and climb into the passenger seat.

We're about halfway to the hotel and Lando is giggling uncontrollably as Carlos lays in his lap, squeezing his cheeks and singing "Smoooooth operatoooor."

"Carlos, putain de merde!"  Charles growls, turning in his seat. "Mate shut the fuck up." (putain de merde = for fuck sake)

Carlos turns his head to look at Charles.

He giggles. "You see this Lando? Charles is mad because I get to take his girl home."

I frown and look over at Charles, he glances at me quickly and then looks back at Carlos. "Espèce d'imbécile." he huffs. (Espèce d'imbecile = idiot)

"I know what you said, asshole." Carlos giggles.

I sigh and look at Charles as we pull up to the hotel. He looks at me but avoids eye contact.

I jump out of the car and run over to the bellhop with a baggage cart.

"Hey! Can I use this please?" I smile sweetly at him.

He looks confused but allows me to take it.

I wheel it over to the car and announce, "Alright boys, let's get Mr. Smooth Operator up to his room."

Charles raises an eyebrow at me, laughing.

I smile. "What? Do you guys want to try carrying him?"

They both quickly say no and squeeze Carlos onto the baggage cart.

The bellhops around us are laughing hysterically.

"Get his room key!" I whisper shout at Lando outside of Carlos' room.