Ashley: You ok?

She asked as I rose from the floor and to my feet. No I was not ok! That was the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen. It would have been even worse if I would have lost it all on her. I don’t think I could ever live that down.

Spencer: Yea I think I’m good.

I said looking at her.

Ashley: Let’s get you home huh?

She said and I shook my head in the positive. All I wanted to do from this moment on was to get into my bed, curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Ashley and I made our way out of the place, my arm draped around her shoulder, stumbling. I was way more shit faced than Ashley was. She helped me into the passenger seat of her Porsche and buckled me in, shutting the door. My head was throbbing and the slamming of her car door as she got in sounded like it was literally inside my head. Ashley started her car and pulled out of the parking lot of the bar, and hurtled on down the street back to my house. The car ride was silent which I was thankful for because any type of sound would be tenfold to my ears. The smooth movement of the car was soothing and soon my eyes were drooping and I dozed off to sleep. Before I knew it though, Ashley was gently shaking me awake.

Ashley: Hey Spencer, we are at your house.

She said reaching over me and unbuckling my seat belt. I woke up and she helped me out of her car and to the front porch. She fished through my purse for my keys, finding them and opening the door. Ashley then helped me up the dreadful stairs and to my bedroom. Once inside, she laid me on the bed and then pulled off my shoes. Ashley then helped me under the covers and I immediately felt a little better. She sat next to me and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. I gave her a weak smile and she returned it.

Spencer: Thank you.

I said groggily and she nodded her head.

Ashley: No problem…it was my pleasure.