No More

“I think I’ve had enough for tonight,” Ethan answers, making a very hard choice.

Layla frowns and throws up her hands in surrender. “Alright. I’m not going to be the bad influence that pours it down your throat.” She pads over towards the front door, a little more sway in her step. Bending over, she scoops up her shoes. “Could you bring me the glasses?”

Nodding, able to do that at least, Ethan leans forward and grabs hers, his still in hand. Standing up, Ethan sways slightly, his sense of balance long since thrown off.

Layla giggles from the doorway, watching Ethan correct himself. “Ooo, you weren't lying, you are a lightweight.”

“I didn't say I was a lightweight…” Ethan furrows his brow, holding out the empty glasses.

“You implied, dear.” Layla takes the glasses with her free hand, still holding her shoes in the other. “Could you get the door, please? My hands are full.”

“Oh right,” Ethan moves to the door, but on the way notices she is still holding her shoes. “You walking home barefoot?”

“Hm? Oh yes.” She lifts her heels slightly to regard them. “I can walk fine enough in them drunk, but putting them on is another matter.”