Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Oh, wonderful. She was a stupid drunk. Unlike him, who was, according to her, a nice drunk, up until he did what she said and got offensive at which point she got belligerent and -- okay. Halt that line of thought before recursion set in.
"Fine," he mumbled, trying to find his key and having a spectacularly difficult time getting it in the lock. It took him nearly a whole minute to force the door open, and when he finally staggered through and let Joanie in, it took him almost as long to pull the key out and lock the door again, despite the fact that he didn't actually have to use the key this time around. If he'd been sober, he would have been embarrassed. As it was, he just felt inconvenienced. And slightly sick.
Joanie was still there. Aiden pointed at the couch, which was, for once, free of most boxes and papers.
"You can sleep there. Bathroom's ... there." He pointed again, then staggered toward his bedroom. "Don't puke on my stuff."