In your Arms

Chapter Six

Alexander is obviously drunk. He almost had a fight with another guy who looked like a younger version of John Cena but a little taller than him, and with muscles like a wrestler's and wearing tight fitting clothes. The guy had caught him throwing flirty looks at his girlfriend and approached their table to confront him. The two of them dealt with each other and as they continue to argue, the heat of the situation worsened making a foreseeable brawl taking place. Alexander tried to punch the guy but he missed out of being drunk and fell on another table. They made a scene so the bouncers had to drag him out as Uno apologized to the guy, his girlfriend, and the bar manager. As they walk towards the car, Alexander, his arm on Uno's shoulders, kept on babbling with slurred speech. When they reached the red convertible, Alexander puked on the side of the car before Uno could place him seated in the front passenger seat.

"Shtupid son of a bitch, he thought I can't take him.." Alexander kept on talking as they left the bar's parking lot. His head was rested on the car seat. "His gurlriend's tha one who kept lookin' at me!"

"Stop it, Xander. You drank too much." Uno shook his head, clearly dismayed.

Alexander looked at his friend with creased eyebrows. "What tha hell're ya sayin'?! Am not freakin' drunk!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're not." Uno's face was flat. "Obviously you're not. The fact that you almost had your ass kicked by five or so guys at the bar because you're pretty much out of control negates the reality that you are not drunk." He added firmly.

Alexander scoffed. "I can take 'em! Take me back there and we'll see!"

"Oh! No, no, no. If you wanna go back there, go back by yourself." Uno told him. "You're lucky if you'll even wake up in a hospital."

"Shut up. You're such a pussy." Alexander muttered.

"And you're S.T.U.P.I.D, all caps."

Alexander grunted a curse, "Just take me home."

"Oh yeah.. I will," Uno nodded, "You should take a rest, that's gonna be a hardcore hangover for you tomorrow."

"Like I care." Alexander answered.

"Well I care." Uno emphasized.

"Pfft!" He sneered.

Few minutes later, Uno pulled over in front of a twenty-storey building. Alexander is already snoring. Uno had to shook him a couple of times before he could at least open his eyes.

"Where here, man. C'mon I'll escort you up." Uno told him.

Alexander waved a hand at his friend, "Nah, I can manage. Thanks for the ride. I can carry myself from here." He grabbed his luggage at the back seat.

Uno furrowed his eyebrows, "You sure? I told you we should've just crashed in my place."

Alexander shook his head, "It's okay.. It's okay.. Maybe next time..", he clumsily went out of the car, almost tripping, and closed the door in a loud thud.

"Sorry!" Alexander apologized to a sour faced Uno. "Bye!" he took a step to enter the building and didn't even bothered to wait for the car to leave.

As he entered the elevator, he fumbled for the buttons and pressed the floor number where his brother's condo unit is. He shuffled like a zombie as he walked out and headed towards the unit. It took him five minutes to rummage his key which he later found inside his vanity kit. He opened the door and went inside not even minding to turn on the light. Even if there's not much lighting he very well knew how to maneuver in the place since he also lived here before. But with a frenzied mental state, he couldn't help not to be clumsy. Alexander bumped his knee on the living room's center table causing a loud thump and he almost toppled down the floor. He carelessly dropped his bags and laid on the couch before he passed out. Hopefully by tomorrow, his brother will find him home and with a terrible hangover.