Madison couldn't help but laugh when he asked what she was doing inside the flat. Her flat. The one she owned. "Well, I own this flat, Landon and that one over there --" she pointed to his flat, "Is yours. Fancy that, eh?" Chuckling once more, Madison stepped out further and crouched down at his side. He was drunk, she knew that much, and suddenly felt an overwhelming...caring side come out. She wanted to take care of him. Make sure he was okay.
"C'mere." she reached out and cupped his face with her hands. He was warm, the alcohol, and she figured her hands might feel good. Cool him off a bit. "Oh, honey. You're so knockered." Madison laughed under her breath and ruffled his hair. He was beyond drunk. He needed bread and water. Crackers even. Ideally, Madison would have liked to have just brought him in her flat. Set him up on the couch, shove his face with bread and water, and let him sleep. That way she knew he was safe and sound, not drowning in his own vomit or something ridiculous like that. The only issue? He was much heavier than her.
Accepting the task in front of her, Madison sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Landon, we're standing up okay? My flat is open, and it's about...three feet that way." Madison explained in a slow tone. She was hoping he would be sober enough to understand that and support himself for the most part, but for some reason she didn't think that would happen. That was wishful thinking.
"One...two...three, let's go!" She hefted him up and grunted before smiling a little, realizing how entertaining this situation had to look in a stranger's point of view.