Chapter 17: Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time

By the time we get in front of the lobby doors, Allie clings to me nearly gasping. Whether it’s from the walk or something else, I can’t tell. She lets go of me and sways towards the doorframe, her flip-flops scraping the concrete as she grabs hold of the handle. She looks back with a smile and gives me a friendly salute. “Well, goodnight.”

“Do you really think I won’t see you all the way to the door?”

I hold the lobby door open, towering over her. The smell of the sweet tang of liquor lingers on her breath and I resist the urge to dip down for a taste. She stares at me, her brow crinkling as she stretches herself in front of the entryway. “I said, goodnight.”

As if her dainty frame was going to stop me from finishing my mission. “Guess you want to be the difficult kind tonight.” I sigh, letting go of the door. It wasn’t my first time bringing a drunk girl home. After being with Zelia for so long, it’s almost become a hobby at this point.