You got it little girl (2)

I can’t help but laugh as I quietly step out of the Uber. The driver takes off pretty quick, no doubt happy to be rid of me. I’m not a big tipper. Taking in a few deep breaths, I do my best to steady myself there on the sidewalk. I take a minute, get myself collected. I knew I’d be asking for it, coming home late and a little spacy. But I still feel pretty confident I can sneak in alright. Hell, I did it all the time in high school! I’m nearly to the steps leading up to the front door when the outside light goes on. “Fuck!” I say under my breath. A moment later the door opens. There’s Charlie, looking all gruff and stern and fatherly. I roll my eyes. This was the last thing I needed tonight! “Well, well, well...look what the cat’s dragged in.” “S-sorry I’m lllaaate,” I manage, my face going red as soon as the words are out of my mouth. God, I’m a lot more high than I thought, slurring my words like that. Fuck! “My, my...you sound a little off there, Beverly.” “I’m juuussst sleeeepy.” “