The Lecher

‘Come on,’ Giana put a hand around Kira’s shoulder. ‘Get up. You’ve had more than enough. Let’s get you home.’ ‘No!’ Kira was surprisingly strong when she was drunk. She grasped Giana’s wrist and yelled at the top of her voice, ‘I’m not done yet. I paid for the drinks. I’ll finish every last one of them!’ Giana sighed. Even drunk, Kira still watched her pennies. She’d forget her own name before she forgot about saving money. ‘Okay, Scrooge,’ Giana said. ‘I’ll ask a waiter to pack up the unopened bottles for takeaway. Just come with me.’ Kira tilted her head, trying to process the words in her alcohol-impaired mind. ‘Okay,’ she nodded after a long, long while. ‘That’ll do. Giana, you are a true friend. Thank you.’ ‘You can thank me by not puking on me.’ Giana had to put both arms around her friend’s shoulders when Kira slipped on an empty bottle and almost fell. Kira toddled like she’d just learned how to use her legs. They made it out of the booth without incident. ‘Shit,’ Giana cursed