"Hola" She greets me without retracting her eyes from her phone screen.
"I told you I would be home late"
"I know, that's why I waited. Also, you need to buy more gushers", She pops one into her mouth.
"I told you not to eat them all!" I walk over and throw the box at her. Over ten empty wrappers fall out onto the floor.
There's a loud knock. Beck and I look towards the front door. I'm not expecting anyone?
"Beck! I'm back, Hun" A guy behind the unlocked door slurs.
"Bec-" I'm cut off by him walking inside.
"Hi" He walks towards us with a beer in his hand. I look at her and she sits there as confused as I am.
"Who are you?" I stare at him. Beck doesn't seem alarmed.
"I'Ll be rIght bAck". He hiccups as he sets his beer down. He walks to the bathroom and we sit back and watch his bold impaired decisions. As soon as he shuts the door we can hear him gagging and puking into the toilet. I wince at the sound and turn to Beck angrily.
"Care to explain!?" I shout at her.
"That's Ryan. He's my coworker. We hung out earlier... I didn't know he would do this!" She defends.
"You had him come to MY house while I wasn't home?" I begin to scold her.
"Make him leave. Now" I don't feel comfortable around this guy, especially in his current mental state. Even if she knows him well; He's drunk.
"Bon jour" He comes back and plops down in front of the TV.
"Ryan, you're drunk. Go home" Beck demands. He stands up like he's going to comply with her, but goes to grab the beer he set down instead.
"No thanks, Hun. We're hanging out right now" He casually replies.
"Not in my friends house, this late, while your drunk!" She screams at him while I stare as he pulls two more out of his jacket. Where were those even sitting???
There's another knock on the door.
"Oh my god" Beck and I groan in unison. We're already dealing with this drunk Bloke.
I stand up and walk to the door, I stop before I open it.
"Well. Time to leave" I motion towards the door and he just sits there. I open it and Harry looks at me, then glances at the people behind me.
"Uh... I think I might have dropped my phone in your car. May I check?" I step out and shut the door.
"Oh, yeah. Here" I walk to my car and unlock it. He opens the passenger side and finds the phone on the floor underneath the glove box.
"Is everything OK? I could hear you two asking him to leave... I wasn't trying to be nosey." He shrugs and apologizes.
"Well I guess that guys had a few drinks and we're trying to get him to leave" I admit.
