And so he was wasted and I wasn’t. I could walk and he couldn’t.

I can do it. No, you can’t. You’ll be fine. No, I won’t. Trust me. I can’t. We closed the door behind us, and left.

The laughter went quiet, but wasn’t silenced. The wind took over and howled through the black of the night. It was loud. We were outside the front of a door in the centre of a long inner city road. Looking to both directions, the road ran on and on, wrapped in darkness, with dooming ends.

All we needed were police sirens.

This really isn’t a good idea. We began to walk the drive. Look out for the police. We don’t want to get stopped. You know I’ll-

That’s not what I’m worried about.

-fail the breath test.

He paused. You cannot get in that car. We’ll sleep here. We can leave tomorrow. He moved on to the path, next to the road, as if not hearing what I said. Unmoved, and yet he moved. The more I talked, the more forceful he became. Three times over the limit, and he was going insane.

He opened his door. I opened mine. I was against what he was doing, and yet I opened the door, and sat down. What was I doing. I should be stopping him.

I just need a minute and then I’ll be able to drive. You need more than minutes. You need hours. Sleep here. We’ll walk tomorrow.

There was more meaning in that, than he knew.

He started the car. It reversed out of the street, turned and rolled up the road. We were in the centre of town. I read the time from clock. It was late. Today was tomorrow. I doubt he cared. He wanted to go home, but at what cost. The risk was too great. His life for inconvienience. It mattered little to him. I was the sane voice, the one to guide him in his state.

And yet he was driving, after all, meaning I had failed. If he were to crash, it would be my fault alone, despite not being in control of the vehicle or circumstances. I was in control, but now I am not.

Look out for police.

I sat up as we moved from road to road, round the roundabout, dim lights, passing cars. Which one had the siren. The signal that we were to be stopped. And like he said, there would only be one place he’d go, and it wasn’t home.