It was 2:26AM, the place was closing and a drunken Tyler took a seat at the same stool he was sat on at the beginning of the night.
"Yur like soooo hot. Yu kno that?"
High pitched giggles filled Josh's ears like a melody.
Garbage mainstream rap music was blasting on the dancefloor, shaking the display drinks with it's tremendous bass.
The boy set down his drink and reached for Josh's lips.
"Nuh-uh, I'm taking you home. You're too fucked up to drive."
"No, I'm finee! I sweaarr."
Josh checked his phone, It was 2:30, His shift was over.
"Come with me."
Josh walked around the bar and took Tyler's small soft squishy hand and guided him off the stool and towards the exit.
"Yur like soooo not funn"
"Yeah, well you're gonna thank me when you realize I saved your life."
"Whateverr."
"You're too cute to have to undergo like 20 surgeries on your face."
Josh opened the door for the boy as a gentleman should.
He took his hand again and led him to his beige 06' Trailblazer.
Opening the passenger side door and entering the driver side, He
Opened the glove compartment and passed the boy a bottle of Tylenol.
"You're gonna need these when you wake up, put em' in your pocket."
"Alright, Sexy"
Josh looked down the wheel as he started the bulky SUV, red tint appearing on his tight cheeks.
Pulling out of his reserved parking spot, he mumbled to himself softy.
"Where's my money, Brendon?"