Another Bottle

“Sure,” Ethan shrugs. “What the hell.”

Smiling, Layla makes her way towards the door, a little more sway in her step than usual. “I’ll be right back! Don’t you sober up on me!”

“I won’t…” Ethan doesn't think he could if he tried.

Giggling Layla slips out the door, gently closing it behind her.

Sighing, Ethan looks around, noticing she left her shoes. Is she really going all the way next door barefoot?

{if Heather Affection =40}A buzz in his pocket pulls his attention downward. Has to be Heather. While drunk texting your ex should never be a thing, Ethan feels oddly compelled to answer.{endif}