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Drunken girl

Rick picked up the bottle and sat on the couch in front of dazed azalea. "I want answers, I don't care how wasted you are. You will wake up and talk to me". "Too tired". "Don't give me that bullshit"! Azalea woke up enough to sit up slowly and look at rick as he busted the bottle from sheer force of squeezing it. "You are not legal to drink and apparently are not able to be trusted around alcohol until your taught how to drink it". "But it tastes so good"! Rick picked her up and began carrying her intoxicated body up the stairs. "I'll deal with you later after you get back your senses, because right now all I want to do is beat some sense into your ass and that's not going to do a damn thing while your knock out wasted". Rick threw her onto the bed and  tucked her into the bed tight. He then proceeded to turn off all the lights and kiss her on the forehead. "See you in a few hours doll". He turned away and went down stairs to clean up the mess he had made with the run bottle. Glass was all over the carpet and wooden floor and rum had soaked itself into the carpet. The whole living room wreaked of alcohol like he was at poor dans on a Wednesday. "Smells like work". Rick grabbed the dust pan and the broom and swept away all the glass, then took a roll of paper towels to soak up the rum filled carpet. Rick sat down on his old comfy couch and turned the tv on low volume so he would not wake the drunken azalea up stairs. He shook his head in disbelief at her actions and watched the cooking channel. "Valentine's Day is coming up quick and I haven't a clue what to get my princess". He watched as the chef cut a cucumber into paper thin slices with a emerald chef knife. He curled up his body on the couch and went to sleep. Thinking about azalea and her actions as he drifted off.