Drunk

André's POV

My grip tightened on the steering and I bit down on my jaw so hard to stop myself from saying something harsh to Sheila. The latter was seated in the backseat of my car, singing some nursery rhymes in a very disorderly fashion. She would shout at the top of her lungs and end up coughing, only to continue again. My ears were gradually getting tired of it.

"Are we there yet?" She asked in a sing-song tone, making me look at her through the mirror.

She pouted childishly at me, when I didn't answer her.

"Such a party pooper!" She whispered to herself, making me frown.

I decided to take her home in my car, while Marco was to take Harley home in hers.

"Fabby was so darn cute in that bartender outfit." Sheila practically sighed dreamily and at this point, I was convinced that she was purposely trying to annoy me.

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped at her, not being able to take anymore of her ramblings.

She fell silent for a while and I found myself driving even faster. I needed to ge