0.2 BrInG hEr HomE (not like that)

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Lukes POV

After a good hour the girl who came into the bar, who I later learnt was called violet, was shitfaced drunk.

I felt bad for her, she was making a fool out of herself just making out with objects one minute and the next crying about how she's was a failure. It broke my heart, so I told my friend and colleague Michael to take my place, lucky for me he took my offer and let me take violet back to her place.

"So where do you live?" I asked the girl while we where walking out of the bar, but I felt her freeze up before proceeding to walk with me.

"I'm having issues at home, could I at stay yours ?" She asked, obviously not making sense but I understood what she meant.

"Um sure I have to call my room mate to see if that's okay first," I stated before reaching in my pocket to dial calum.

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