Done for the night

Layla sighs, clearly tired after the two bottles. 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. “Careful now. It takes years of practice to walk straight after that much wine.”

Ethan furrows his brow, holding out the empty glasses, thinking to himself what’s her excuse then?

Layla takes the glasses with her free hand, still holding her shoes in the other. “Now, sort this out, alright? Next time I come over I don’t want you lovesick like this. Could you get the door, please? My hands are full.”

“Love si- O-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.”