With a chuckle, Red took the keys and stood up. It was time to cut him off. "Alright, big guy, come on," she said, pulling him up to hoist him over her shoulder. And just as people started to whip out their camera phones, one good glare from the Red She-Hulk and they were put right back in their pockets. "Can I get a bottle of water, sweetheart?' she asked the bartender who, at this point was kind of relieved that they were leaving. He nodded and passed one over to her, and after a thanks and an apology, Red grabbed her shoes and carried Fury out.
An amusing sight, a Hulk with a drunk Fury over her shoulder, out on the street. People watched curiously as she stood at the curb to hail a cab. A few of them, also drunk, she suspected, asked to take a picture with them, but as amusing as she thought that would be, she already took the man's car, broke his hand, and was carrying his big wasted ass, she figured he deserved that little sliver of dignity he had left. Once a cab stopped for them, Red opened the door and helped him in. "Here," she handed him the water bottle and some cab fare, smirking.