The Amazing Tales of Groomigan

Chapter 9

      "Help me get these guys to the car." Mr. Anderson sighed, throwing the arm of one of them over his shoulder. I set the water, I offered to Mr. Haar, down.

        "Sure, thing." I chuckled. I placed Mr. Haar's arm around my shoulder, and walked him out of the bar. I stuck him in the back, before watching the last guy walk out of the door. He stumbled, hitting his head on the rear-view mirror.

        I stuffed him in the back with the other two drunkards. I climbed into the passenger seat, and clicked on my seat belt.

       "How are you not drunk?" Mr. Anderson asked, in disbelief.

       "Can't say I'm not a bit tipsy, but I don't get drunk too easily." I bragged, then I glanced at Mr. Haar. "Can't say the same thing for that guy, though."

       "Speaking of which. I have a favor to ask." Mr. Anderson stated, starting the car. He began the drive back to my place. " I don't wan his wife to see him like this. She doesn't need more reasons to divorce him."

        "I hear you. He can stay at my place." I assure. He pulls up to the parking lot, and I jump out of the car. I walk around the SUV, opening the back seat door. Mr. Haar looked incapable of walking at the moment. Is he even awake?

       I picked him up bridal style. "Thanks for the celebration. It was fun." I tell Anderson, before walking away from the car.

      I push the door open with my elbow, careful not to drop Mr. Haar. I walked past the front desk, nodding a 'hello' to the landlord. I climbed the stairs, before finally arriving at the apartment. I placed Mr. Haar down, next to the door. Digging around my pockets, I fished out my keys to unlock the door.

        I picked up Mr. Haar again, who let out a soft groan of protest. I check his eyes, to make sure he was still sleeping. Okay, good. It's not good to wake a drunk person before they're sober.

        I placed him in the bed, before I left my bedroom. I laid out a pillow and blanket for me, on the couch. I heard footsteps, then a 'thump!'

        "Are you alrigh-" I was cut off by Mr. Haar's shouting.

       "Why - fuck are you - hot?! Distracting me- isn't okay- How dare-" His sentences fading into incoherent mumbles.

        I ignored his drunken rants, leading him back to the bed. I laid my hand flat on his chest, so I could get him to lay down and go back to sleep. His heart was beating furiously beneath my palm.

        He mumbles something again, as he falls back asleep. Is this what they call an emotional drunk?

        I look down at his sleeping face. It's kind of... cute. If he was a girl, of course! How can a guy be cute? Come on. 

        I chuckled, nervously, at my own thoughts. I leave the room, re-thinking of what he said. I didn't understand most of it, except for the fact he thinks I'm hot.

       It doesn't matter either way. Just drunken rambles. He was cute though. How he tried to prove himself by drinking, and then when he got that drunk blush. Wait. That's not right, I shouldn't be thinking like this. 

       Guys can't be cute!..