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“Well, as your sister, I’m telling you, it’s time to head home now.”
She responds like a three-year-old being told to leave the toy store. “Nooooo! No Rae baby, I’m having fun. I want to stay!” she whines. She even stomps her foot.
Drunk Sarah is not my favorite.
Jimmy steps in toward her. “Listen, if she wants to stay—”
Joel steps in front of Rae, while I stand next to her.
“She’s too drunk to know what she wants,” Joel says. “Now get the fuck out of our way.” He leans in toward Sarah. “Come on, babe. Time to go.”
Sarah is slurring as she screams about how she wants to stay and have more shots. Fucking hell, I hate when she drinks like this. Which is usually only because something deeper is going on. Rae didn’t mention anything, so I’m guessing she hasn’t figured it out yet.
“I’m sorry for this babe,” he says, picking Sarah up and throwing her over his shoulder. She slams her fists on his back.
“No. I hate you! Stop! I wanna stay.”
Jimmy takes half a step forward. I move in front of Rae, eyes set to kill, and he backs down.
“You wanna get your car?” Rae shouts to Mackie as we run for Joel’s Tahoe.
Miles is waiting in the driver’s seat.
“Nah, I’ll come back for it,” she says, climbing into the back row.
Sarah is still screaming at Joel that she hates him as he gets her inside the car.
“I’m thinking we should hire a getaway driver for any party we go to,” Miles says.
“I’m on board,” Rae says, hopping in the front seat.
“Is she okay?” Miles asks.
“I don’t know, she just wanted to pound shots and—” Rae starts, but Miles cuts her off and looks in the rearview mirror at Joel.
“No. Joel, is she okay? Do we need to take her to the hospital?”
He looks down at her, tossing and turning in his lap, still mumbling about how she hates him.
“No, she’s still alert enough and breathing okay. Let’s take her back to my house,” he says.
At least she doesn’t seem to have alcohol poisoning. From my seat in the back, I can’t see Rae’s face, but I notice she keeps lifting her arm and putting it down again. Fidgeting, probably. Which makes me nervous. She might be worried about Sarah, but it could be something more, too.
When we get back to Joel’s, Joel carries Sarah upstairs. After running some water and meds up to them, Rae comes back down and leans against the couch, looking tired.
Miles looks between Mackie and Rae. “What was all that?”
Mackie and Rae look at each other. “I have no idea,” Rae says.
“She’s had a weird vibe all night,” Mackie says, “but she kept telling me she was fine, fine, fine.”
Miles shakes his head. “I need a fuckin’ beer. Macks?”
“Vodka. The only one who had any alcohol there was Sarah.”
“Come on,” Miles calls, heading for the kitchen. “I’ll make food.”
Rae doesn’t move, so I take her hand. Her eyes dart to me.
