I can’t believe that Tyler got drunk. What in the world is he thinking?
I guide him into my apartment and sit him down on the couch. The whole time Tyler keeps mumbling stupid over and over again. Well, it is more of a slur, but I can figure out what he is saying. Ugh…
I gently set him down on my couch before I go get him some water to drink. He needs some water in his system instead of all that alcohol.
When I sit down next to Tyler, I hold out the glass of water and chime, “Here. Have some water.”
Tyler has his head lowered, but as I ask him to drink the water, he slowly lifts his head and pouts. “D.don’t wwwantttt tttttoooo….”
I sigh and slide a little closer to him. I think this is going to be a little harder than I thought it would be. “Tyler. Come on. Drink some water for me.”
Still pouting, Tyler shakes his head.
I lift the glass towards his lips. “Please. For me.”