“Callum?” I noticed an almost empty vodka bottle hanging loosely from his hand. Holy shit. He said he hardly ever drank alcohol, but I guessed whenever he did he went full out. “Are you okay?” I asked, stepping closer.
His eyebrows furrowed, and the liquid swashed around the bottle as he tilted it to down the last few drops. He was absolutely wasted.
“I didn’t think you were a big drinker?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and the silence was becoming more than uncomfortable.
His unfocused eyes wandered to my face. “mm not,” he slurred.
I nodded while tugging at my red tie slightly. “Shouldn’t you be at James’s party?”
“Didn’ wanna stay. I just… grabbed a bottle. Walked… clear my head.” He slumped forward to stand, and the light from the moon lit the side of his face as he almost stumbled over.
“Where’re you going?” I asked when he’d straightened himself enough to walk.
He stopped to shrug and tossed the empty bottle away. “Somewhere… else.”
I followed behind him silently until we made it out the park. He attempted to pull a set of keys from his pocket a few times, before dropping them and having to get onto his knees to pick them up again.
“Oh, no.” I snatched the keys from his grip. “There is no way you’re driving tonight.”
He tried to grab them back and almost tripped over his own feet. “mm fine.”
“Yeah, sure.” I put the keys in my pocket. “You’re not getting them back, so there’s no point giving me that look. Wait. Now where are you going?”
“Home,” Callum mumbled as he stumbled in the opposite direction.
“You live that way.” I pointed behind myself with a thumb. “Listen, come back to my place, and I’ll give you some water or something. I live closer.” He looked as if he were trying to decipher a hidden agenda in my words -- which probably wasn’t an easy task after all the alcohol he’d consumed. “Really.” I held my hands up. “If you end up getting hit by a car or something then it’d be my fault for letting you walk off in this state.”
He shook his head.
“Callum, you don’t have to worry.” I looked away into a dark corner between two trees. “I’m not going to do anything.”
“You’re not the one… mm worried ‘bout.” Blond locks swept his eyes as he looked down.
My head tilted to the side, and I let out a breath through my nose. “Callum, I’m here to listen if you ever need someone to talk to.”
A fake smile graced his turned-down features.