“What? I’m fine. What’s with the namecalling? Geez,” Matt’s words were so obviously slurred, as he had a few too many to drink. “I can walk myself, thankyouverymuch.”
Ella silently narrowed her eyes at the man, contemplating how to drag the drunk man home.”You obviously cannot walk by yourself, since you can barely stand by yourself. So either take the help willingly or this is about to get a bit more physical than you would probably like, alrighty?”
“Really,” he huffed, his hands attempting to adjust his shirt. “I’m fine.” He stood from his seat and placed a couple bills on the counter, more than enough to cover his tab. His steps faltering as he made his way towards the door, Matt leaned against other tables and chairs along the way. “See? ‘M fine!”
