The large tires of the Land Rover screeched to a halt as we flung our doors open, not bothering to turn off the engine.
“Get him inside quick!” I cried. Gavin draped Carson’s shoulder over his back and half carried, half drug him out of the car. Within a few seconds another car came roaring into the parking lot. It was Sage. I had called her as soon as we had left the dance.
“What is going on?” She called jumping out of her car and running over to us. We had made it to the Eola in record time.
“We need your help” I screamed running over and placing Caron’s other arm around me. He was completely passed out and it was an almost impossible feat for Gavin to pull his unconscious 6’5” body into the building alone.