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"Take a seat."

I set down look up at what Ethan was pointing at.

"You are such a goofball......so am I so." I laugh.

"I'm in love with that goofball."

"What? Ethan are you drunk?"

"I've had 3 shots of tequila, 4 beers and 5 Jell-O shots."

"You said you weren't going to drink."

"I'm sorry. This week has been ruff."

"I don't care. You should have talked to me not drinking."

"Fuck off if you're going be 'mommy' like."

I stand up and I hear crying. I feel bad but he knows he shouldn't do this shit. I walk to the door and I look back.

"Okay he has had a bad week. Fuck it." I think inside my head.

"Ethan!" I yell. He turns around, tears rolling down his face.

"Yeah?"

"Come here!" I yell again but this time over the music.  He stumbles over to me.

"We are going up stairs."

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