Amanda Smith was prepared, as she had taken the drunken Samuel Johnson home countless times before. She took out her ID and waved it at the two security guards before entering the noisy bar.
She headed straight to Samuel's usual haunt, and found him slumped over, reeking of alcohol. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed instantly as she walked over and stood in front of him. "Come on, let's go home."
Samuel raised his head from where he lay and in his blurred vision saw Amanda. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms. "You actually came to find me..."
Amanda lost her balance and, sure enough, was pulled squarely against him, her face hitting his chest. The pain made her nose tingle, and she nearly cried. She propped herself up on his chest to lift her face. "Are you crazy?"
Samuel clumsily hugged her, reeking of alcohol. Amanda struggled for a long time to get free, but couldn't, and was so angered she wanted to curse.
Drunkard!