It took Megan all of a minute to realise that Justin was very drunk. It was a wonder really that he’d managed to make it up the steps, by the way he swayed and collapsed onto the floor, pulling Megan down with him. It would probably have been funny, if she wasn’t still half asleep.
“Yes, I’m seeing someone else. It’s obvious from the fact that I answered the door alone and am in my own flat.” Megan explained with a roll of her eyes. It hurt though, that Justin could even think she was over him and onto someone else. Try as she might, part of her still hoped that Justin would come home one day, sober, and beg her to take him back. Oh she’d already planed it out, she was going to make him beg, but she’d relent in the end. She loved him. Justin wasn’t paying attention though, as he seemed preoccupied with his shirt. Sighing, Megan got up, and tried to help Justin back onto his feet. “Come on, Jay. Let’s get out of the hall and into the flat.” She should have just sent him home, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.