“I’m sorry to bother you, my name’s Evan, I’m a bartender atThe Tavern. The girl who’s phone this is, is here and she’s pretty wasted, I took her phone to call someone to come get her, and you were the last number that came up on her phone, so I called you.”
“I’m on my way, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay.”
“Could you keep an eye on her until I get there? Don’t let her leave.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you for calling.” I hang up and pull on my clothes. I’m out the door and in my car in less than two minutes.
∞∞∞
I step into the bar and it’s a mass of bodies. The place is packed to capacity and the music is so loud it vibrates through my chest. I squeeze myself through the crowd and head for the bar. It doesn’t take me long before I see her, she’s sat on a stool, leaning lazily on the bar, laughing. She’s wearing a white camisole top and short black mini skirt, the guy she’s talking to has his hand underneath it, groping her.
She looks too drunk to realise what he’s doing, and my feet start moving before I notice. When I reach them I grip his shirt and pull him back off his stool.
“Dwight?” Quinn gasps behind me, but my eyes stay focused on the creep in front of me.
“Make a habit of feeling up drunk girls, huh? Taking advantage of them when they’re too far gone to say no?”
“Man, we were just talking.”
“That why your hand was halfway up her skirt?” I push him back and he stumbles slightly.
“Are you Dwight?” A man in his mid-twenties asks, coming to a stop beside Quinn.
“That’s me.”
“I’m Evan, I’m the one that called you. Here’s her phone.” He hands it to me, and I pocket it.
“You snitched on me tohim?” Quinn grumbles to the bartender and he shrugs.
“I appreciate it, thank you,” I say, grabbing Quinn’s bag off the bar and take her by the arm, “Come on, we’re leaving.”
“Let me go!” She fights back, trying to escape my grasp but I hold on tighter. I stop and turn to her. “You can either walk out of here, or I can throw you over my shoulder. Your choice.”
She stops fighting me and glares, crossing her arms across her chest. She must see in my eyes that I’m not kidding about carrying her sorry ass out of here over my shoulder, because she begins walking ahead of me. She stumbles a couple of times and I reach out to steady her, but she shrugs me off.
We step out of the door and she takes off down the street without even looking back. My pace quickens as I try to catch up with her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I shout after her.
“Home, where else would I go?” she shoots back over her shoulder.
“You’re not walking there by yourself.”
“Well that’s how I got here, so…”
I growl under my breath and grip the top of her arm, spinning her around to face me. “Jesus, Quinn, would you just fucking stop! Why did you come here tonight?”
“I came here to get drunk and have a good time, isn’t that what you usually do when you go to a bar?”
“This isn’t you, Quinn. What’s up with you? Do you have any idea what danger you put yourself in tonight? That guy who was feeling you up could have been anyone, could have done anything to you!”
“Why do you even care? You made it pretty clear where I stand with you.”
“Quinn, regardless of what happened earlier, Idocare.”
