Real Life

It took David and I a good few minutes to figure out what we, no, what I was supposed to do with four drunk influencers.

"I don't even know where Zane lives, and if I did, how would I get their drunk asses in an Uber?" I say in an annoying tone.

Both of us were quiet for a minute until a lightbulb shined above David's head.

"I mean, I can drive you four home and Zane can stay here, since literally everyone else is too."

"Smart." I nod.

We both nodded and the two of us commenced operation "shitfaced sleepover".

It took me at least a good twenty minutes to coax Emma into getting off of Todd, and another ten minutes to persuade Todd that she'd be back for him. I rolled my eyes so much that I thought they'd get stuck, but eventually, David and I had grabbed should of Emma, Olivia, and Valerie.

It was less trouble to get them into David's car than it was to get them out of his house. 

"I feel like the world made me become the responsible one out of them to get me ready to have a kid." I sigh, buckling my seatbelt.

I heard David let out a quiet laugh and start the car. I turned around to check on the three to make sure they wouldn't projectile vomit everywhere, and thankfully we were in the clear.

"I'm literally a mother of three." I say. 

"Don't forget Zane."

"Right, a mother of four." I smiled.

*Half an Hour Later*

David parked on the curb right next to the entrance of my apartment building and, yet again, helped me carry the girls out of the car.

"Thanks so much for that." I say with a smile.

"Anytime, I do it on a nightly basis anyway." He grinned.

A minute of silence passed by before I realized how awkward I was being.

"Well, goodnight. Thanks for the party." I say.

"Sure, goodnight." David responded, waving goodbye.

"Well that was awkward." Olivia hiccuped.

"Shut up." I say, elbowing her.

For a drunk chick she sure as hell was present in the situation. All four of us slowly got up to my apartment and when we did, I practically tucked them all in.

I got ready for bed and collapsed on my bed. Going to parties is exhausting, even if you don't get drunk. I was about to close my eyes when my phone buzzed.

"WHY?" I yell.

"SHUT UP! I'M TRYNA SLEEP!" I heard one of the girls say from the other rooms.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was David again.

Mr. David

Just making sure you got up there safely

prepubescent shakira

yeah we're all good thanks : )

Mr. David

Well goodnight Maddy

prepubescent shakira

Night David