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"Oh shit..." she thought. She saw Freddy still sitting on the steps, grinning as he sipped from the bottle. "Hey, Freddy, I think I might have drank too much..." she said, her voice slurring a little. "Let me guess, things are vibrating?" he said. Faye nodded, and plopped down next to him. "You may have. You may have. Better call in before your voice gets any more slurred." She nodded, the **** making his logic flawless. She pulled her cellphone from her purse. "Mrs Carlington? I won't be able to make it in today I'm...taking care of my puppy… No … Aha…. Yes he's really, really sick." Faye knew Linda Carlington, her boss, had a weakness for animals. Freddy grinned as Faye smiled. "Thanks Mrs Carlington. You too. I will. Goodbye."

The booze was hitting her hard. Faye gave Freddy a high-five. “It worked.” He chuckled. "You should probably be gettin' home if you aren't suppose ta' be here, get some rest." he said with a wag of his finger. Her eyes went wide again. There was no way she could go home like this. She swayed a little, and bit her lip. "I can't go home." she said. "and I'm afraid if I try to walk I'll get a public intox with underage drinking. You know, I'm only 17." she explained, her chest heaving to Freddy's delight.

He snapped his fingers and brightened up. She was a bit startled, but grinned at the novelty of the elderly man acting like a 10 year old in a 50's sitcom. "Say, I've got meself an idea. How'd you like to spend the mornin' with me? I'll show you the best little hidden spots in Fawndale you never knew existed. First off, we go to get some proper breakfast at a place where they don't mind if your a wee bit boozy." He said, taking a swig of the Vodka and handing it to her. Faye looked at him askance, drunkenly. "Since i´m not working today, sure why not." She said, taking another swig from the bottle. Freddy grinned at her, and offered her his arm like a 19th century gentleman. She chuckled, and took it with a half stumbled curtsy.