Void ~*~ Kevin Tran

3- Drunk

     Three months since they've been on the run. There was really no stopping at this point, and they had been in and out of towns quite often. Tonight, Annabelle decided that she and Kevin were going to stop in Lyons, Colorado. She just wanted a place to sleep, so she booked a motel for a night. Mainly on the outskirts of town. 

     The first order of business was showering. Kevin showered, then Annabelle showered. She dried her hair, then put on jeans and a t-shirt, her combat boots, along with her leather jacket. She pulled her hair out from under the collar, then grabbed her phone and wallet. 

     "I'm going to a bar, I desperately need a drink. You're welcome to come," she said crossing her arms. 

     "Yeah, sure," Kevin said grabbing his jacket. He turned, walking to the door with her. They left, driving to the bar a few blocks down. They walked in, and both sat at the bar immediately. Annabelle held a two up to the bartender, making him nod. 

     "I can't believe we can actually sleep tonight," Annabelle muttered leaning forward. 

     "Yeah, and somewhat nice beds," Kevin said making Annabelle laugh a bit.

     "It's like we're living lavish again," she said as the two beers were placed in front of them. 

     "Cheers to that," Kevin sighed. They tapped their bottles together, then drank. 

          *****

     The night got a lot worse than Annabelle anticipated. Kevin had let himself go a little too much, which resulted in him being drunk. Annabelle had stopped herself once she realized she was going to get drunk soon. Yet, she still had to deal with Kevin. Currently, he was outside of the bar, calling Sam. 

     "Sam, it's Kevin. I'm... Whoo! I'm so good," he started, slurring a bit, "Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood." He cleared his throat, trying not to vomit. "Uh, if you're still alive, eat me." Annabelle snatched the phone out of his hand, ending the call.  

     "Don't drunk dial him," Annabelle said, pulling Kevin towards the car. 

     "No, where are we going?" Kevin asked confused. 

     "To the motel," Annabelle answered pulling her key out of her pocket. 

     "No, no, no," Kevin said beginning to pull against her grip. Annabelle sighed, putting her hand on his arm. 

     "Kevin, we have to go," she said making him sigh. 

     "Why?" he asked pouting. Annabelle rolled her eyes, beginning to walk with him to the car again. 

     "Because if you cause a scene, then it will be in the papers, and if it's in the papers, then Crowley could find us. We don't want that now, do we?" Annabelle asked. Kevin quickly shook his head, making Annabelle nod. "That's what I thought." 

     "What are we gonna do back at the room?" Kevin asked, slurring a bit on 'room.' 

     "You're going to go to sleep while I head to the gas station and get Aspirin for you when you wake up tomorrow," Annabelle said smiling at him tiredly. 

     "That doesn't sound fun," Kevin stated as Annabelle forced him to get in the car. She pulled his seat belt out, and he groaned pulling it over. 

     "Well, you just had bunches of it and all fun must come to an end at some point," Annabelle said. Kevin groaned once again, causing Annabelle to laugh a little bit. She shut his door, then got to the driver's side, climbing in. She turned, the car on, then turned to Kevin. "You do realize you're drunk, right?" Kevin's eyes widened, and he looked at her.