Frank tried to speak, although his speech was impaired. "Let's just leave it and fix in the morning..." he said, wobbling a bit. Frank started walking away with the remote, still a bit tipsy, towards his house. He didn't want to get pulled over so he left his car at his place.
John shook his head and then started walking back inside, still stumbling. "Damn it," he said. He locked the door behind him and took off his ankle-strap high heel pumps and left them on the floor of the living room, and started walking up to his bedroom. A few minutes later, he threw himself in bed, to tired from the entire thing. This girl drank a lot at the party she was at, and the effects of the alcohol consumption were finally kicking in. He didn't bother changing, and covered himself in his blankets next to a already sleeping Rachel in her nightgown.
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