Call them a cab?

Well, whatever the situation, neither one of these women should be driving. Fuck, I didn't remember the number to the cab company. I pulled my battered flip phone from my pocket. I hadn't even wanted to get the thing but my First Sergeant had insisted I get one the minute I got back to the states. After having it for a while, the thing was kinda a necessity, but I still didn't like it.

"So can we call you a cab?" I asked, noting that the drunk woman had taken exactly zero notice of me.

"There aren't any trucks here, Rachel," The redheaded woman glanced around the floor.

"Shit... I meant... fuck first floor, right, that's... the one right next to the g... button on it." Rachel slurred. "I bet Carla knows... she knows everything..."

"Are we on the ground floor or the next one up?" The Redheaded woman groaned, and again repositioned herself. The action caused the blonde woman to drop the bottle in an attempt to steady herself. It bounced for one heartstopping second, then shattered on the second impact with a liquid splash accompanied by the jarring sound of broken glass.

"Shiiiit... Paaaaarty foul..." Rachel laughed. "You owe me a drink, uhm... guy!" She pointed at me with her now empty hand.

"How bout a Cab, instead?" I tried again.

"Oh, you're such a buzz kill. Hold it... I was wrong... the other button." Rachel seemed to be still trying to process the last conversation she had been having.

"Can you hold the elevator, please?" The redheaded woman spoke. Unlike her friend, her diction was extremely precise and controlled. While she did sway while trying to move her friend back, her motions seemed to be well thought out.

"Mind if I help you?" I asked, while turning to Kaila with an apologetic shrug. I knew this was going to probably ruin the date, and the good feeling we had going, but I couldn't just let these two drive home. I did have a plan at the time, which was to get them to their car, help them find their car keys, and then call them a cab while steadfastly refusing to return them until the cab showed up. They'd probably hate my guts, I knew, but it was far more lenient than what I had done with guys in my unit when I had to pick them up from the drunk tank. If I could only remember the number to the fucking cab company!

"I thought you'd never ask, by the way, I'm Megan, and this dumb bitch is Rachel, and I have no idea who Carla is."

"Kaila, my name is Kaila." Kaila spoke sharply. "You know what, hell with it, come on. Brent, start dragging."

I snorted and moved to the side of the struggling woman. I slid my arm under Rachel's free arm, making certain I didn't step in the broken glass as I did so. I shifted her onto my hip, and tried to decide how I should handle this. While a fireman's carry would be the absolute easiest way, that would not be the best for getting her in the elevator. I wasn't sure of her weight, but she seemed fairly light against me.

"Mmmm, my hero." Rachel giggled, "And you still owe me a drink."