L'affaire Bob

25. Drunk And Stockings

-"Bye, Marc! Thanks for tonight!" exclaimed Lucas after my friend had gotten out of the car. 

Throwing his coat on his shoulders, he raised his left hand as a last farewell. In response, I waved mine. Turning on his heels, he went towards his home, swaying on his feet.

-"You're sure he can make it on his own?" inquired Lucas with concern. "I could've accompanied him, you know."

-"I know, I know," I sighed blissfully. "But I'm sure he-- hic!-- will manage. That's not the first time he does-- hic!-- that. Don't worry about him."

-"And you're sure you don't want me taking the wheel? I don't want to die on our way home," he said, an amused expression on his face. 

-"Oh, don't worry about me, too," I hiccuped again. "It's not the first time I-- hic!-- do it either, so I'll manage."

We waited for Marc to pass the gate and made sure he entered the mansion. After all the drinks we had, I was admittedly a bit scared of leaving him alone in the street. Some poor fellow might've met him by accident and got beaten up. Thankfully, he reached the portal without killing anybody on his way. After hearing the loud bang of the door, I turned the car back on and, with Lucas sitting by my side, drove off towards God-knows-where.

While driving, this evening's memories came back to me. Laughs, screams, and music echoed in my head.

Tonight had been quite a hectic night, to be honest. After entering the club, Marc had ordered us three "Cocktail Des Dieux," the one he said every Parisian should try at least once. To be fair, it was acceptable. Not as good as Marc had said, but it certainly boosted your adrenaline. At least, that was my opinion. Lucas, I'm afraid, didn't seem to agree with me, and definitely not with Marc.

As soon as the liquid had touched his lips, he had spat it out, and, unfortunately, it fell on a woman dancing near the bar next to us. We had spent the next thirty minutes arguing with her and persuading the bartender not to throw us out at the lady's demand. Luckily, whoever was her escort managed to convince her that dumbasses like us weren't worth arguing with or spending time over.

After that little incident, both Marc and I had ordered another drink and went on dancing with a few ladies. Lucas, being the shy little boy that he was, stood in a corner and watched us from afar. However, a few minutes later, a girl had approached him and started chatting with him. A grin had spread on my face when I saw him socializing, and so I had told Marc to give him and the girl some space.

Soon enough, the clock struck midnight. We stayed for an hour more but decided to leave when Marc had started hallucinating.

-"Paul! Watch out!"

Lucas's yelling brought me back to reality. Two shiny white circles were coming towards us at a speed my sweet little brain couldn't process.

With a jerk, Lucas made me let go of the steering wheel and turned it just in time to avoid the first-ever humanoid pancakes, or in other words, us crashing with the car heading our way.

-"Ouch, Lukie! That hurt," I scolded him.

In response, he took me by the arm and forced me to sit in the backseat, all the while never removing his right hand from the wheel.

Well, frankly, I never knew Lucas could have such a forceful grip. But then, when confronted with a life-or-death situation, I guess miracles happen?

After I landed in the backseat-- on my head, might I add--, Lucas took my place and continued driving as if nothing had happened.

Finally, we miraculously arrived in one piece. Where? I didn't quite remember that little detail, but if that place had a bed, a pillow, and a blanket, then it did not matter where Lucas had taken me.