Heartfelt Transitions [First Draft]

I Successfully Fail At A Simple Task

If in any moment in future, you were to ask me that James sweetie, how did Adaira end up completely wasted on the night of Zander's 18th birthday party under your watchful gaze, I would either a) go hide in the nearest bush, b) wish for the earth to open wide and consume me, or in case I would be feeling particularly brave, c) respond 'I have no fucking clue'.

Because truly, I had not the singlest inkling. All I would be able to tell you is it started with a misplaced glass of tequila and the realisation that Adaira Sinclair was the absolute worst at handling her alcohol a few minutes later. Put that 'absolute worst' in bold letters.

What proceeded next for half an hour was behaviour I would have not particularly imagined Adaira to display, which would include holding the empty bottle and doing a karaoke in front of everyone else, following with a drunk motivational speech to Ryan Wilson, tumbling hither thither and then snoozing off.

I almost considered administering another dose or something secretly, because I knew when she would snap back to senses, she would first be embarrassed, kill Victoria, throw Ryan in a ditch, kick me in the butt and then assassinate herself by jumping in the nearest puddle.

I looked at the time. 12.04 am. Goody two shoes and for what? Failing to bring the girl back to her home soon and sober?

Screw that, before Adaira, I think I would like kicking myself in the butt and then attempt self assassination.

I sat, posture stiff, glaring at Ryan and Victoria. Things had settled down relatively. "What is the move, guys? Hm?"

Victoria raised her hands defiantly. "Look, I already need to drop plenty of people. I can't take her."

I stared. "You-"

Ryan shrugged. "Neither can I."

I drew in a deep breath, exasperated. Adaira snored in synchronisation, her head laid against my shoulder as she slumped, our chairs pushed near.

"You brought her. You get her home," Victoria said simply. "Why do you expect me to?"

"Oh I don't know, something like sisterhood?" I huffed. "The fact that if her parents, by any chance, see her- you would be a better choice to be there than me, a clear as day male?"

"Damn, that makes sense," Ryan said helpfully. "Maybe you can try wearing a dress or something, James."

"Some other day, I might fulfil your fantasies, Wilson," I retorted.

Victoria snorted out a laugh.

"You two!" I spread my hands. "Help me."

Victoria straightened. "Just drop her and be careful. But I don't really think her parents would cause trouble."

A pause.

She shrugged. "Do you really think they care enough?"

I glanced at Adaira, looking carefree and adorable. Drooling on my sleeve, but adorable nonetheless.

I sighed.

"If there were any chance of problems happening," Victoria finished. "I don't think she would have come here in the first place. And anyways James, let's not pretend she doesn't trust you the most. It's always James this, goody two shoes that. Chin up and drop her."

I was silent for a moment.

"Alright. I suppose I-"

Adaira shifted, sneezing. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Well." I held back relief. "She is awake, for one-"

"Wutz happenin?"

Victoria scratched her cheek. "Nothing. We were just talking about going home."