A drunk girl needs a ride home

With cops on the way you do not want to be here anymore. Perhaps you should have thought about that before calling them. You look back at the house where the party continues and decide it was still for the best, not a good place to be right now. That still left Jessie with only one girl though, he still needed a second. Jessie has his head down thinking the same thing as you walk to the car.

You are about to ask him where to go next when the front door of the house slams shut. The girl leaving the house shouts back obscenities at the occupants before storming off. At least she would have if she did not veer to the side and fall over. She picks herself up and tries again but once again falls. She continues in this zigzag manor until she reaches her car. She fumbles with the key several times before jamming the key in but the door still does not open.

"Worthless piece of shit," she yells at the car kicking it and falling over.

You and Jessie look at her worried, surely, she is not going to be driving while that ****. "Hey, you ok?" Jessie asks stepping forward.

She glares at him still fumbling with the door while sitting on the ground, "what do you want? Want me to suck your dick too?"

"No," he answers and pauses. "I just don't think you should be driving."

"How do you expect me to get home than?" she says hoisting herself up.

"We'll give you a ride," you offer.

She turns staring blankly at both you for a moment before laughing, "Ha! That is a great idea. Now help me find my car." She then turns and wanders off in the opposite direction leaving her keys stuck in the door of the car.

"Wait isn't this your car?" Jessie says point to the one she had just been trying to open.

She blinks several times, "no."

"Then why were you trying to open it?" you ask scratching your head.

"Are you stupid? Why would I be trying to get into someone else's car." She then looks back at the car with her keys in the lock and her face goes angry again. "Who's the idiot who put my keys there?" Pulling the keys from the lock she goes on to say, "morons, lucky I found them."

She then turns her attention back to the two of you, "who are you?"

Jessie and you exchanged worried glances, "we were going to give you a ride."

She wobbles and smiles back, "oh yes, lead on!"

She stumbles toward you and almost falls but you catch her and help her stand. Your eyes water momentarily form the smell; she wreaks of ****. Together you help her to the car as she babbles on about nothing.

The drive to her place turns into a mini adventure of its own. Her directions are unclear and ever changing. Finally giving up on asking her how to get her place you take her bag and riffle through it. You find it, an ID, Daisy is her name and more importantly you find her address. You let out a sigh, she lived only four blocks away from the party house but you had been meandering around town for almost an hour.