The young Māori lad swirled in a haze of intoxication to the blurred beat of the music, determined to make his way over to the couch stationed across the room. He’d hoped that it would provide haven to the pulsating, hammer-pounding headache. The ingestion of multiple tequila shots had taken its toll on Bob, who realised what seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, has become nothing but a sorrowful decision. The resentful bitter aftertaste still lingered at the back of his throat.
Staggering aimlessly like a new born foal learning its first steps, Bob struggled to tame his legs until finally he surrendered to his disobeying body, and instead decided the floor would be a alternative haven. Consequently knocking a few green bottles off the coffee table on his way down, Bob created quite a comedic spectacle for his fellow mates.
”Haha! Bob you drunk, you’re off the rails brah!" a voice broke out over the heavy bass stereos.
A sudden figure emerged from the surrounding group and knelt down beside him.
”You algood bro?"
Dazed and confused, with his headache now throbbing intensely, Bob looked up to see who it was. Immediately, he smiled in relief to see a familiar face. It was Tane, one of his mates he came with tonight.
”Yeaaah brooo… I’m allllllgggood. Just a tad tipsy, that’s all" Bob managed to mutter, His speech slightly altered by the alcohol.
“Not cool, you were supposed to be our sober driver! Hemi and I were counting on you to get us home tonight!” Complained Tane.
“Don’t worry brah! It's cool. I got this" Bob exclaimed. "You guys are in safe hands. In fact, I can pull the meeaaanest skids when I’m wasted bro! I'll show you afterwards" He added, attempting to reassure his friend.
Tane helped him back up onto his feet. Despite his efforts, Bob still stumbled back and forth, battling with his legs to keep himself upright.
“You can't even stand up straight."
Bob lifted an eyebrow. “It doesn't matter. I won’t be standing when I drive" he smirked, which was followed by a subtle chuckle. Tane shook his head, still unconvinced.
“Looks like we’ll just have to stay the night here until morning.” He announced with a sigh.
“Where are your keys?”
Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to his Nissan Sylvia.
“Bro, why worry? It’s only like… a 5 minute drive back to mine, stop being such a homo” explained Bob.
Tane grew tired of Bobs’ stubbornness, and snatched the keys out of his hand and headed out of the room.
“The hell..?”
“Il give them back to you when you’re sober.
