I'm driving Vic home in the Bronco, as I stare over at her sleeping in the passenger seat. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. She's normally spitting out sarcastic comments and eyerolls, so seeing her asleep and completely relaxed is a different sight. She looks even more beautiful than normal.

When I'm halfway to her house, she starts to stir in the passenger seat. She looks around with her eyes opened wide, and I can tell she's disoriented.

She also looks a little green. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Where are we going? What happened?"

"You don't remember? You fell asleep while we were dancing. I told you I wasn't much of a dancer." I feel a little embarrassed. "I woke you up when the song was over, but you were pretty out of it. So, I helped you walk out to the car and now I'm taking you home." I don't know why I don't tell her that I carried her out of the bar.

"Why did you let me drink so much?!"

I laugh. Of course she tries to blame her intoxication on someone else. "Vic, I'm not your father."

Her mouth creeps into a grin, "No, you are definitely not." Her attempt at flirting is a little different when she's drunk and slurring her words.

"Plus you're pretty feisty when you drink, I didn't dare try to take your beer away from you."

She lets out a drunken chuckle.

"You looked like you were having fun, and I can't remember the last time I saw you do that. So I just let you be, and kept an eye on you."

"You kept an eye on me, huh?" She stares over at me with an eyebrow raised.

I keep my eyes on the road, trying not to let her see me blush. "Yep."

"Fun doesn't feel so hot right now, I think I'm gonna be sick." She bends forward and puts her head between her knees.

I lean over and place a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. I pull up at her house a minute later and as I walk around to the other side of the truck, I find her struggling to open the door. I hold out a hand to help her out, and she takes one step and almost falls down. I wrap my other arm around her shoulders as we slowly make our way up to her doorstep. Once we're at the door, she stops and stares up at me. Her golden brown eyes speckle in the moonlight.

"Uhh, where are your keys?"

Her face goes blank. "Keys? Uhh.." She reaches down and checks the pockets in her jeans and in her coat. She thinks for a couple of moments, and then looks up at me sheepishly. "I think I gave them to Henry."

I look around on her porch hoping for a spare key. "Do you have a hide-a-key here anywhere?"

She shakes her head sadly.

"Okay, uhhh…."

Silence.

"I guess you're staying the night at my cabin." I shrug my shoulders and head back to the car.

"What? No, just uhh, take me to the station, I'll sleep on one of the cots there."

Now she's being ridiculous. "Vic, you're drunk, I'm not making you sleep on a cot."

I march back to the truck, pulling her with me. A few minutes later, we pull up to the cabin, and once again I help her out of the car. It's a good thing she doesn't weigh very much because she barely has any balance right now.

When we make it up to the porch, she looks over at me and says, "I hope you have your keys."

I laugh. "Yeah yeah, let's get you to sleep."

She laughs, and I can tell she's proud of herself for still being funny when she's completely wasted.

Once we're inside, she looks around the cabin like she's never been here before. She peeks inside my bedroom briefly before making her way to the couch. I go in to use the restroom quick, and when I come back she's sound asleep already. I walk over to where she's laying, and bend down to pick her up.

She jolts awake at my touch. "Mmm, I'm awake." She's sitting up now but her eyes are only open halfway.

I laugh. "No you're not. Let me move you and you can go back to sleep."

"No, not yet. Sit down with me." She pulls my arm down towards the couch.

I hesitate, wondering if this is a good idea. She continues pulling on my arm until I reluctantly give in. Once I'm sitting on the couch next to her, she looks up at me, her eyes glazed over.

"Tonight was fun." She smiles. "Did you have fun?"

I nod nervously. "Yep."

"Good." She mumbles as she turns her body slightly and rests her head on my shoulder.

I figure she's about to fall asleep so I just sit and wait. But a minute later, she mumbles again. "Walt?"

"Yeah?"

"You smell good tonight."

I smirk. "Thanks. You always smell good."

This makes her giggle, and then she really does fall asleep again. I shift my body slowly and pick her up, she stirs a little at the movement but she doesn't wake up this time. I carry her into my room and place her on the bed, pulling the covers up over her tiny body. She rolls over and squeezes the pillow into her body. I stand over her and stare for a few minutes, wishing I could just crawl into bed with her.

I head out and settle myself down on the couch. I pull a blanket over top to me and as I drift off to sleep.

I dream of beautiful, gold speckled eyes.