He tried to swat my hand away. “Stop it. I’m just trying to help you. This floor is disgusting, you should get up.”
Lucas shook his head and then groaned again. “I can’t move. If I do I’m going to throw up all over you.”
I sighed. “What about that guy you came in here with? Should I get him?”
“He’ll just give me a rash of shit.” Lucas’ chest heaved and he quickly leaned back over the toilet gagging.
“I think you’ll just have to deal with that. I’ll be right back.” I opened the door, the noise of the bar assaulting my ears. It had gotten a lot busier since I had gone into the restroom. How long had we been in there?
There was a line of people waiting to go in and I stopped a woman as she tried to push past me. “There’s someone sick in there. Puke everywhere. I would find somewhere else to pee,” I told her. She made a face, said something rather nasty, but the line quickly dispersed.
I saw that my co-workers were still in their corner booth but I needed to find Alan Cole. He wasn’t hard to locate. I just had to look for the large crowd of people.
I pushed my way through the throng and found Alan holding court. He didn’t seem to be overly drunk. His gregariousness seemed his natural state.
“Hey!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.
“And then I passed Bradley the ball and he went on to score a goal from halfway line. It was incredible,” he was saying and everyone hung on his every word.
I grabbed his arm. “I need to speak with you,” I shouted.
Finally Alan looked down at me, grinning widely. “Of course you do, love.” Everyone laughed. The women in the group looked irritated.
I gave his arm a pull. “Come on.”
“I love it when a woman gets bossy,” he chortled to more laughter. I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother to chastise him. I had to get him to Lucas before someone discovered the footballer face down in his own vomit.
“Hold on, where’s the fire?” he laughed.
I stopped outside the women’s toilet. “Your teammate is in there. He’s really sick. I think he needs help getting home.”
Alan looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
I pushed open the bathroom door, pulling Alan inside with me. The smell of puke hit us and Alan gagged. “It smells like arseholes in here.”
“He’s over there,” I told him, pointing to Lucas who still had his head hanging in the toilet bowl.
Alan took one look at Lucas and started laughing. “You are such a twat, Bradley,” he snickered, walking over to Lucas and hoisting him to his feet.
“Fucking hell, Cole. I’m going to vomit all over your ugly mug,” Lucas muttered, hanging on to Alan as if he might fall over.
“Is that what you were doing in here the whole time with this lovely lady? Throwing up? You couldn’t think of anything better to do with that beautiful piece of woman?” Alan laughed, glancing at me with eyebrows raised.
I felt my face flush as images of what we had actually been doing all that time flashed in my mind. It had been pretty good up until the whole vomiting thing.
“Damn, I can’t drag you out there like this. Everyone with a phone will be taking pictures and videos. The last thing you need is another front page of you looking like a tit,” Alan lectured.
“As if you’re one to talk,” Lucas countered.
“And we didn’t drive. Fucking hell. I didn’t know you were this pissed,” Alan said, sounding annoyed.
“Ah, so pissed means drunk,” I exclaimed.
Alan and Lucas both looked at me as if I had lost my mind. “He was just talking about being pissed and I thought it meant he was angry. Because in America pissed is angry. And never mind…” I muttered, feeling like an idiot.
“Yeah, okay now that we have that straight, I have to figure out how to get Mr. Wankered out of here without too much of a fuss. Fuck me you’re heavy.” Alan leaned Lucas against the sink, looking exasperated.
I pulled out my phone. “Why don’t I call you guys a cab and have them pull around back, that way you can get out of here without too much notice,” I suggested.
