Worth Something

Two

Towards the end of the night I see Danny dancing around on a table and making a speech to the other drunk people at the bar. I wasn't paying much attention, but I know the strangers all cheered with him.

"We're closing in half an hour," one of my co-workers announces, earning a great sigh from the crowd. I wander over to their table while my boss isn't looking and tap on James's shoulder.

"Is he okay?"

I've never seen James this drunk.

"I think you should dance up there with him Evie. Teach him your ballet skills!" His slurred voice spat out. I'd never seen him behave like this before, he'd had a lot to drink and I shouldn't have served it to him.

"You're drunk, James. We need to get you home," I glared at him.

"I'm fine! You go and do your waitress thingy," he pretended to shoo me away. I'd never known him to treat me this way before. I huffed and spoke to Stefan.

"Stefan, can you do me a favour?" I asked, Stefan grinned and his eyes widened.

"No, not that sort of favour," I wiped the smirk off of his face. "My friend is drunk, I need to take him home. Can you lock up tonight?"

Stefan nodded, so I reached into the cupboard for my jacket and bag. I went back over to the table and told James we needed to leave.

"I told you, I am fine," his slurred voice came out once again. I thought I knew a way to help him so I wrapped my arms around him from behind and whispered into his ear.

"I can go get you a happy meal," I laughed and James cheered. Ben looked rather displeased seeing my arms wrapped around James like that, but whatever. After all, he's like a brother to me and nothing more.

"Hey, I think I might call it a night," Sam started sliding his jacket on. "Me too, I've got to sort this mess out and get him home," Cameron laughed. He was still relatively sober, and Danny looked nowhere near.

James put his legs on Ben and wrapped his arms around him pouting. "Please Benny don't leave me."

Ben was clearly drunk too, and went along with James's childish act. "Of course sweetie pie let daddy take care of you," he pouted back and stroked James's hair.

I laughed at the two of them and we got in my car. I started driving down to the nearest McDonalds. Ben sat next to me in the car, and James had his seatbelt off in the middle of the back seat. James wouldn't shut up and rambled on about pointless shit the entire time.

We drove to the speaker and I asked if they wanted anything. James started to climb over my lap and Ben wouldn't stop laughing at how drunk James was.

"Can I have," James began faking an Australian accent, really badly might I add. "A hamburger happy meal and don't forget my toy!"

"He likes his toys!" Ben shouted back, his face was red from laughing. I rolled my eyes at the two of them and asked if Ben wanted anything, but he said no.

We pulled up and got James his happy meal, which shut him up completely. The silence that occurred was awkward to begin with, until I felt a hand creep onto my thigh. I knew it was Ben, but I didn't quite know what he was doing.

"Thank you," Ben started, rubbing his hand in circles on my thigh.

"For what?"

"For getting him to shut up," he chuckled looking back at James.

"Oi!" James called, making both of us pant from laughter. The fact that James was drunk was just so amusing to us.

I checked the time, and it had just gone half past eleven, relatively early to my surprise. "Evie, can we go back to your place? My roommate will shout at me for being drunk," he snickered.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes. I pulled into the car park behind my building and we got out of the car. James stumbled as he came out, Ben and I having to support him.

James definitely couldn't walk himself up five flights of stairs, so we had to take the lift. While standing in there, Ben would look at me every now and then, and I'd just smile in response.

Bens hand trailed over my waist while James was pressing the button. Ben moved his hand to my bum, and cupped it a little bit. I didn't refuse at all, and blushed at his actions. He gave it a small squeeze, I let out a small chirp.

James snapped his head to me, while Ben slowly removed his hand. "You alright?"

"Yep, fine. I think it was just the pressure in here," I said as the doors opened.

"Certainly something to do with pressure," Ben mumbled to himself, and I shot him a glare. I fiddled with my keys, and unlocked the door to my very clean, modern looking apartment.

"Nice place," Ben said, looking around. "I wonder what the bedroom looks like."