Who: Francis and Roxy. What: After a long night of drinking at the pub, Francis and Roxy have to share a taxi home. Where: Outside the pub. When: Monday night. Rating: TBA.
It was rare for Francis to go out drinking two times in one week, but if he wanted to get technical about it he'd last gotten drunk on Saturday, and the week technically began anew on Sunday. So, getting trashed on Monday was only once that week. He hadn't even gotten that drunk on Saturday, either; the current night was much worse.
Francis couldn't hope to find his way home by foot. He didn't even know what time it was, which was really bad considering he had work in the morning and dealing with teenagers all day with a hangover was pure hell. Actually, depending on the time, he might not even be fully sober by the time work rolled around. Responsibility could kiss his ass.
When he'd taken Dietre in as a favor, Francis had known it would be a struggle, but he hadn't known it would affect him as much as it was. He probably should have known, considering how much he hated taking care of anything, let alone another human being (and one as needy as the kid was, to boot), but he'd been blinded by his need to not let Arthur down. Well, if he wasn't letting Arthur down now he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.
It seemed to take forever to signal a taxi down, and once one stopped at the curb Francis merely leaned against its side with his fingers tucked beneath the car door handle. He needed to get in the car, but he also needed somewhere to lean. No mistake about it, it was a dilemma.