After forcing Robbie upright into the passenger seat of his mom's minivan, Thompson took off toward Nate's. Steering with one hand, he dialed Lee's cell, well aware of the fact that his mom would kill him if she knew. But this was an emergency. "'sup?" Lee asked, picking up after the first ring.
"Hey, are you at Nate's right now?"
"Uh, what do you think, dude? Yes.", Lee replies, rolling his eyes.
"Is his dad home?"
"No, but your mom is. Hehe."
"LEE.", Thompson snapped, looking nervously at Robbie's eyes going in and out of focus.
"Damn, Thompson, chill. Nah, he's out. What's up?"
"We're on our way over."
"We?", Lee asks, confused.
"Yeah, dude. I forced Robbie out into the world."
"Holy shit, it's about time. How is he?" Thompson hesitated before realizing that Robbie was too far gone to even listen to him.
"Ahhh, not good. I found him laying on the floor of his room, totally trashed, listening to fuckin' Hinder." Lee gagged.
"Oh, god. Well, we'll be here. See ya soon." After a few more minutes, Thompson pulled into Nate's driveway and jostled Robbie awake.
"Okay, bud, we're here."
"Hmgnfnf", Robbie grumbled, rolling over to face the door. "For god's sake man, AGAIN?" Thompson rolled his eyes, went around to the passenger side of the van, and grabbed Robbie under his arms. "Up we go." After a lot of swearing and Robbie digging his heels into the ground, the boys made it to Nate's room. "Guys, let me in," Thompson called. "My hands are a little full." After a few bubbling noises and rustling around, Lee finally pulled the door open. Smoke wafted out from behind him, and his jaw dropped.
"Damn, Nate," he called behind him. "Thompson wasn't shitting around about Robbie. Come in, guys." Immediately, Thompson started coughing.
"Aw, come on you guys, you know my lungs can't handle this shit!" Lee sat down on the floor next to Nate and chuckled.
"Sorry, man. We were already doin' it before you called. Anyway, this one," Lee shook his hand at Robbie, "clearly needs to relax. You know he can't handle his liquor." Thompson shook his head.
"Fine, fine, you're right. Robbie, wake up, dude." Robbie was standing, but barely, slumped against Thompson.
"Aw, this is bad. He's trashed and it's not even 6 o'clock. Here, Robs, drink this." Nate rifled around in his mini fridge and pulled out an iced coffee. "We should at least try to sober him up a little bit before he gets good and toasty."
"NO." Robbie looked up from the floor and glared around. "Being sober sucks. I stay d-drunk or I fucking go home." Lee, Nate, and Thompson exchanged furtive glances.
"Alright, man," Lee hesitantly agreed. "It's your hangover."