I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

V.

Lori pulled up to Lindsey's house that night and she barely had come to a stop when Stevie was opening the car door to let herself out. 

"Stevie, calm down, let me park..." she scolded. 

"I need to talk to Lindsey," she insisted, trying to step out of the car.

"You need to unbuckle your seat belt," the redhead added, clicking the release button for her sister in-law. 

"Thank you," Stevie mumbled and turned her body to step out. She then leaned back and she pecked cheeks with the woman. "I'll see you later, you can go if you want..."

"I'll leave once I see that you're inside," she stated, unsure of if the guitarist was home to begin with while wanting to let him know how the intoxicated woman appeared at his house.

The singer stumbled up the pavement pathway as she carried her purse with one arm and kept her balance with the other as she was wearing wedged sandals.

From the distance, Lori watched her sister in-law knock on his door, hoping everything went okay, but she was only standing by in case things got out of hand, for instance, if they got into a fight. 

It was always a possibility.

"Lindsey, it's me!" she knocked repeatedly, resting on the door frame somewhat as she tapped her nails on the wood door. 

Eventually, the door opened and Lindsey stepped out only wearing some jeans and a white tee shirt, but he was barefoot and it looked as though he had just awoke from a nap since it wasn't late enough for him to be in bed. 

"Steph, what are you doing here?" he held his arm out when he realized just how drunk she was. He then kind of looked around for her car, but when his eyes landed on Lori in her Sudan, he was put to ease.  

"You're gonna hear me, mister," she pointed, falling into his embrace easily as she tried to keep her eyes open. 

"About?" he wondered, focusing on her completely.

Although she was plastered, he was just waking up from a nap---they were simply on two different planets and he was very confused on what was going on thus far.

"You need to stay away from me..." she stated as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

"You came all this way to tell me I need to stay away from you?" he smirked, finding the irony nearly comedic. "Come inside, come get some rest," he pressed a kiss to her head. 

"No, I can't... I can't," she argued, trying to pull away from him. "My husband..."

"Stevie, something tells me that Robert doesn't know you're here or even this drunk. You need to get some sleep so I can take you back in the morning..."

"I'm not that drunk," she shoved away from him, opening her eyes as she looked into his sparkly blue ones. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here... I need to talk to you."

"Okay, fine, but I'm not going to talk to you when you're like this, so let me make you some coffee," he said on the stern side. 

She didn't have a problem with him when he raised his voice and or was stern, but in her drunken state of vulnerability, she was submissive and moved past him slightly aggressively. 

Lindsey then acknowledged Lori by waving his hand to her. 

And like that, Lori shook her head, but was finally comfortable enough to take off for the night.

The blonde kicked her shoes off her feet and she stumbled off to the side as she did so, tossing her purse on his couch, she huffed as she made it to his dining room table.