"You couldn't have given me a warning before pouring the contents of your stomach on the old woman?" Trey said in anger as he put on his seatbelt while Kieran laid exhausted from drinking and throwing up.
"Let's just go home," Kieran sighed.
Trey, who had had enough with the outside world, nodded as he ignited the car and drove through the streets which were dimly lit by the moonlight.
He looked over at his friend who was passed out in the passenger's seat and wondered what would make the man act in such a manner.
Within minutes of continuous driving due to it being late at night and the road being free of traffic, he arrived at the apartment.
He parked into the lot and helped his friend out of the car who was still wobbly.
"Gosh you're heavy!" he exclaimed, straining as he helped the hunk of a man up the stairs since the elevator was out of service.