Mac couldn't believe what she was doing. She was actually struggling with a drunk Dick to get his keys away from him. It reminded her from a scene with Leo and Logan that Veronica had told her about. Except Dick and her weren't exactly what you can call friends.
He sighed when he leaned against the hood of his car, which he hadn't, luckily for anyone on the road at the time, and held his keys high above her head.
Suddenly she had a sublime idea. She stepped aside and fished her own keys. "Dick, give me your keys, or I'm gonna carve my name on your car." He squealed and threw them to her by the instant. "Good boy."
She had difficulties getting him to climb into her car, he claimed it was too small, but he eventually sat because he was tired and dizzy. She dove in silence to the Grand. When she parked, she realized he was asleep. "Dick ? Dick, wake up. We're there." She shook him lightly and he growled, finally opening one eye. He grumbled, stepping out of the car. "Dominatrix..."
When he sat on the ground she came to face the truth, she was going to have to force him back in his room, probably even in his bed. Cool. Dick was the very one guy she wished to witness in a bed.
"Come on, Dick, Get up !" he pulled so hard on her arm while rising, she thought it was gonna fall from her shoulder. She pressed her hand on her aching joint as he slid his arm around her next and giggled. "You're blue." She pushed him further so he would start walking. "It's the lights, Dick."
"Where's your card-key ?" she asked as they reached the right door. He considered her like he was trying to understand the words. "The card...? Oh. In my car." Mac sighed. "You, stay here. Don't break anything. I'll be back." She said, squeezing his keys in her hand. She walked away as Dick used a low mock-voice. "I'll be back... uh uh."
