"C'mon, that's enough drink. We should get going. It's getting late, and we should both get some sleep. Let's head home."
"Just one more drink, please."
"No, Tricia. You've had enough."
I grabbed my car keys, and helped her stand. We walked towards the door, and I held her tight.
The bar was empty, and the place was dead quiet. The bartender was wiping down the counters, and cleaning up.
We walked towards the car and got inside.
"Tricia, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Okay, let's head back to the house."
I pulled away, and headed towards the highway. We sat there, with her talking about anything and everything. She had told me stories, memories, and dreams, and I listened.
I didn't have the heart to tell her to shut up, and to let me focus on the road. We arrived back at the house
