Saturday, March 15, 2014

100 Words a Day 576

They were walking home, for just one more, and laughing. The alcohol gave them a happy stumble. They were one block away when the final drink from the bar hit Jake like a cannonball.

“Woah,” he said, careening into a wall. He leaned against, waiting for the world to settle down.

“You alright man?” Bret asked.

“Yeah, thanks. I just gotta rest here a second.”

“Okay,” Bret leaned against a lamppost and waited.

After a few minutes, Jake pushed back onto unsteady feet and the two friends continued down the street. When they reached Jake’s, they stumbled up the stairs.

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