Chapter 12- Cleaning up.
Robyn had hurried to the bar, and briefly greeted the bartender and she entered.
"He's upstairs and still pretty out of it, I checked on him a few minutes ago." She nodded as she passed him
"Thanks, I'll get him out of here."
She hurried up the stairs and nodded to Red who had been keeping watch at the door to stop anyone going in. Inside the office she found a scene she had been expecting but still angered and upset her. She went to the side of the slumped man laying across the desk.
"F.P!" He stirred slightly at her incessant shaking, attempting to swat her off but she managed to dodge the attempts and continue.
"Urgh." He had finally moved upright and had felt the pain for it. "What?" She could tell me was angry and probably not just at being woken up.
"Coming to take you home, get your ass up." She knew there weren't many people who could get away with talking to him like that but also knew he was used to her treating him this way when it was needed.
He gave her his well known death glare which she returned with one of her own. Eventually he was the one to give up, the headache getting the better of him as he sighed and groaned again.
"What have you had?" He shook his head in answer, she sighed heavily, either he didn't know when he had it or he'd forgotten by now. "F.P, have you had anything other than alcohol?" That got her the look of anger again but only for a second before he shook his head. At least that was something, she usually got that answer but she still had to ask.
She tried getting him up then but he was basically dead weight and not helping her efforts at all.
"Come on F.P, you need to get up, I can't carry you by myself." That seemed to spur him on and he finally started helping her.
It still wasn't easy, he was a grown man that couldn't walk by himself and putting a lot of his weight on her but she managed to get him out of the office and down the ramp coming down the back of the bar rather than going down the stairs and through the front.
"Mucurr." His word were slurred but coupled up with his hand jumping suddenly towards the parking lot she was able work out that his car was here and their best option to get him home.
"Keys?" She suddenly had to hold onto him a lot tighter as he started digging around his pockets, coming up after a couple of minutes with his keys, she took then from him and slowly they made their way to his car.
It seemed the cool air had managed to sober him up a little and it became easier to get him to the car and in. It was only a 2 minute drive back to his trailer but better than the alternative of half dragging him back, he was silent as she pulled up outside.
"Stay." She said it in a tone that meant he had no choice in the matter and was glad to see he had stayed still as she walked around to help him get out.
"I did a stupid thing." She sighed, he usually got talkative by the time she got him home like this but most of what he said drunk was gibberish. "A bad thing."
"What bad thing did you do?" He was already shaking his head, unwilling to elaborate, she was focussed more on getting him onto the couch and laying him down.
"I shouldn't have done it." Having finally managed to get him laying down she went to the kitchen area to get water and start the coffee machine.
"I'm sure it will work out fine, you can get passed it." She was trying to think what he could have done but it could have been any number of things, the serpents still weren't as clean as they could be.
"Not this, can't get passed this." He was hiding his face in his hands making it hard to hear him, she reached up and pulled them down.
"Hey, that wasn't the deal. You can and will get passed this. I'm here to help." She was suprised by the fear in his eyes as he looked up at her then.
"No, you stay away from this. You hear me?" Suddenly he was a lot less slurred and she could tell he was seriously scared about whatever this is.
"Fine." his outburst seemed to take all the energy out of him as she passed him the water and urged him to drink. "You promised you would back on your feet and you will. Whatever this is, you can tell me or not, it makes no difference, but you will get passed it because you have to."
She saw him nod slightly then and finished the glass of water, she stood back up to refill it and fill a cup of the coffee that had brewed. She handed that to him and watched as he drank quickly despite the heat.
"I gotta go, you ok?" He nodded silently again and she placed the water on the small coffee table. "You need anything?" He just shook his head and winced as it hurt.
"Thanks." She just smiled at him before turning away. "You'll take care of my boy, wontcha?" Her smile dropped as she turned back to him, suddenly going cold.
"What's this got to do with Jughead?" He gently shook his head again. "F.P?!" He looked up at her then and sighed.
"Nothing, just look out for him." She watched as he rolled over then, clearly it was her time to leave and she wasn't sure how much meant anything at all or that he'd remember in the morning.
She checked her phone as she exited the trailer and found she'd only been gone just over half an hour. She sent a quick text to the bartender to let him know F.P was home and shouldn't be back before picking up her pace to walk back home.