Chapter 97

Henry carried the drunk Quinn upstairs. 'Why did she drink so much?' Henry wondered as he carefully placed her on the bed. Her body reeked of alcohol. Henry facepalmed himself. Couldn't her friends pity her a little? He pulled off her shoes, and threw them on the floor. He tried pulling her up, "Aaahh..." She seemed heavy today. Was it true that when someone was drunk, they weighed much more than they did when they weren't drunk? He shook his head; what nonsense was he thinking? He pulled her up, and placed her on his shoulders. Heaving a little, he took her straight into the bathroom. She needed to shower before sleeping. He wouldn't be able to sleep with her like that. He placed her under the shower and heartlessly turned it on. Quinn turned a little when she felt the cold shower raining down on her. "What the hell?-" She slurred out. She then shrieked, "Damn you Henry!!! What the fuck I'm I doing under the shower?!" She shouted. "Nothing... Taking a shower, I guess."