The closer they got to Urameshi's house, the quieter he became, and the more his good mood seemed to vanish. They finally made it to a rundown looking apartment complex.
"This is it," Urameshi said. "I'm okay now."
Before Mr. Kuwabara could say his goodbye, one of the apartment doors opened, and Mrs. Urameshi stumbled out. She looked worse than she had in the store, with her hair hanging loose, her face unnaturally flushed, and her eyes glassy.
"Yushuke!" she called out, stumbling towards them. "Where've you been?"
Looking upset, Urameshi shoved her back towards the apartment. "Go inside, Mom!"
She frowned at him, slapping his hands away. "Yushuke, that'sh rude."
"He came to play at our house, ma'am," Mr. Kuwabara said.
She stared blankly at him for a moment. "I 'member you. That'sh fine."
She let herself be dragged off by Urameshi then, waving goodbye to Kuwabara and his father. "Good night!"
"Come on, let's go home," Mr. Kuwabara said, taking Kuwabara's hand.
"What was wrong with her?" Kuwabara asked, glancing back.
Mr. Kuwabara sighed. "She was drunk."
"Oh," Kuwabara said. "Do you think she does that a lot?"
"I don't know, Kazuma."
Kuwabara thought about that. He wouldn't want to go home either if his parents were like that. "I guess it's okay if Urameshi comes over sometimes," Kuwabara said.
But for some reason Kuwabara didn't understand, Urameshi never went to his house again.
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