“El, I’m fine, really,” he slurred, tripping over his own foot. “Why would I color you? That’s just silly,” Matt added with a laugh, his dopey smile turning to face Ella as they stopped on the sidewalk. “Elm Street. My truck’s there, wanna drive?” He asked, pointing his finger at his black truck parked a few cars down.
Ella silently tugged him back as he tripped over his own feet, though not too hard so he wouldn’t lose balance as he caught himself. “Yes, how bloody silly of me, love.” She said a slow drawl emphasizing her accent, looking up at him slightly amused by mostly annoyed at this predicament. “Well considering you are too drunk to drive and I do not know how to drive, that would be illegal on all counts Matty. So we’re walking, alright? Unless you house is too far away.”
“Yer voice is nice,” he slurred, the dopey grin not leaving his face as they began walking in the general direction of his house. “Nah, ‘s not far.” A giggle bubbled from his belly as they walked, one foot in front of the other. Matt’s smile pulled even tighter across his face as he pondered his next thought. “Hey El? How are you so cute?”
