"You look a mess."
He stands up and scratches the back of his curly blond head. He's
tall, you notice, even taller than you, and he's wiry. Like a model.
His profile is like a Grecian statue of Adonis. And his eyes are green
when he glances back at you.
You quickly turn your eyes away. Straight guys can get creeped out
easily, you know.
"I really shouldn't be doing this, but do you want to come back
to my place to get cleaned up? I don't want to get involved in any
kind of gang affairs or anything, but you'll probably die if I leave
you out here, and I don't think I could live knowing I could have
saved you."
Since when does a guy talk like that? Only when inebriated or when
talking to someone inebriated. What, does he think you're too out of
it to comprehend anything he says?
He's right, apparently. You stand up to say thanks and promptly pass
out.
he says. You start. You had been lost in your own thoughts.
