The muffled sound of a voice came through the phone, accompanied by loud music and the hubbub of a crowd.
Camila could hardly make out what Drew was saying, only catching him repeatedly apologizing.
“Drew, are you drunk? Where are you right now?” Camila immediately asked, recognizing his condition.
“Camila, just listen to me.” Drew’s voice suddenly became agitated.
“I’m really sorry.” Drew’s voice carried a hint of tears.
Soon, someone else took the phone. “Are you this guy’s family? He’s plastered and won’t leave. Come pick him up.” “Okay, send me the address.” Camila responded promptly. After she hung up the phone, the address was sent to her. The address near Craig’s workplace, so she called him.
“Craig, my cousin’s at a bar near your office and he’s getting drunk. I’m going to pick him up, and I might need some help.” “No problem. Just send me the address,” Craig immediately responded.
“Thanks.” Camila grabbed her bag and rushed out.
When Camila arrived at the bar, Craig and John were already there. Drew was slumped over a table, surrounded by disarray. Camila hurried over and supported him. “Drew, are you okay?”
Drew looked up at her, a faint smile appearing on his lips. “Camila…”
“Let’s get him to my place first,” Camila frowned.
Craig and John helped Drew out of the bar and hailed a taxi.
In the cab, Drew kept talking, and his words were slurred.
Camila turned to look at him. Suddenly, Drew vomited, splattering Camila. She froze, staring down at the mess on her clothes.
The driver, noticing the sound and the smell, looked in the rearview mirror and exclaimed, “Don’t throw up in my car! That’s a $300 cleaning fee right there!”
Craig and John quickly handed her some tissues.
“It’s on me, not the car,” Camila said, on the verge of breaking down as she wiped herself clean with the tissues.
The car arrived at Belleview Heights.
Craig and John supported Drew while Camila, holding back nausea, led them upstairs.
Upon reaching Camila’s residence, Craig and John were stunned. The spacious living room, luxurious decor, and the cityscape visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, all spoke of opulence. “I had no idea you lived somewhere so nice,” Craig remarked.
“It’s an apartment of the company. Just staying here temporarily,” Camila explained. “Can you guys help get Drew into this bedroom?”
The three of them moved Drew into the room. He lay on the bed, still mumbling something.
“Cami, you should take a shower. You must feel uncomfortable,” Craig suggested as they watched over Drew.
Camila nodded and headed to the bathroom to wash off the soiled clothes. Ads by PubFuture
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Craig, who was wiping Drew’s face, looked up at John. “John, can you get that?”
John nodded, set down the glass of water he was holding, and went to open the door.
As the door swung open, both sides were taken aback.
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