Matt was on his third glass of beer and fourth shot by the time Bobby came over to kick us out.
"Guys, we're closing. Get out," he ordered. I dug into Matt's wallet and pulled out the money he owed. "I hope he's not driving." Bobby said pointing to Matt.
"Oh, believe me, he's not." I replied as I began the difficult task of dragging Matt out of the bar.
"Come on, Kris, I'm fine." Matt insisted. He let go of me, already beginning to tip over. "I'm driving," he said, grabbing at the keys in my hand. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not!" I snapped. "If you were fine I wouldn't of had to drag you out of the bar and now into your car!"
"Kris-"
"Just shut up!" I screamed even louder. I shoved him into the passengers seat and buckled him up without much arguement. I continued to the driver's seat.
"Kris-" Matt sputtered out of his drunken mouth.
"Don't, Matt, just don't." I said, shaking my head in frustration. We drove back to Raintree in complete silence. Once there, I got him out of the car and onto the front porch. I knocked on the door and made a run for it, only stopping to make sure Jean had found him. From there I took the walk up to the Davis ranch. I decided to kill some time, more like an entire night, in the barn. Once inside the smell of hay filled my nostrills, but I stopped myself from remanising on the past. I heard a familiar sound in the darkness. I started running towars it to find just what I'd expected. Wildfire. I whispered to him and he walked toward me until I jumped at a voice.
"A little up to be late, isn't it?"
Sorry that it's so short, but I thought it got the point across).
