twenty six

"Tyler?" I was shocked to see the man standing on the other side of the door, in the same outfit he'd been wearing at dinner, smelling strongly of liquor and a pungent cologne.

He was obviously drunk; his demeanour and expression made that much clear. It was also the only reason he'd be here standing at my door.

"Allyyy babyyy," he confirmed my theory with his uncontrolled slur. "Can I come innn?"

Considering his current level of consciousness, and not even wanting to know how he'd found his way here in the first place, I decided to do the responsible thing and let Tyler inside for a bit. There was no way I'd be letting him stay over, but kicking him out to roam the streets drunk was certainly not the most responsible move either.

"In you come," I moved to the side, letti