Charlotte had a quiet ride home, and an entirely boring rest of the day. She tried to keep her mind focused on her work as she sat at her computer, but she found her mind wandering aimlessly whenever she tried to be even a little productive. She thought of many things, though she found the majority of her thoughts settled on the young man she had met earlier in her day. Should she have left him there like she did, wasted and injured? What if he was worse off than he let on?<br/><br/><i>No, he was an asshole, you offered your help and he still acted like a dick. You owe him nothing.</i><br/><br/>She continued to work in her office for the next few hours, catching up on the mountain of work she needed to catch up on due to her absence. She knew it was worth checking on him to make sure that he was alright, but she still didn't appreciate his lack of appreciation. Either way, what was done was done and she packed up her things at around midnight to head back home to her apartment. She did live alone, but her family came in and out as they pleased, it bugged her. She should really change her locks. As she stumble inside her home, she groaned and dropped the paperwork that she hadn't had time to do on the counter, leaning against the marble island. She dropped her head in her hands, pushing her hair out of her face before pushing herself back to her feet, snatching her phone and trudging back to her room.<br/><br/>She finished getting ready for bed, stripping herself of her uncomfortable clothes, sighing in comfort when she opted out for a large shirt and some sweatpants. She plugged her phone into the wall beside her bed and climbed under her covers, settling underneath the silk sheets, closing her eyes. Her long earned silence was short-lived, however. She was interrupted by the ringing of her phone, which confused her. It was nearly three in the morning. She felt for her phone blindly, not even bothering to open her eyes as she answered her phone.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Her voice was groggy.<br/><br/>She was exhausted, though her eyes snapped open when she heard Ethan's drunk voice. She could barely make out his words.<br/><br/>"Ethan, It's three in the morning, what do you want?...yeah... fine, where are you?... alright, i'll be there in ten, stay put."<br/><br/>She sighed and tossed her phone down. Now she needed climb out of bed in he middle of the night to fetch a drunken asshole. She didn't want to, but she didn't want him to hurt himself, or others, for that matter. She woke herself up with some cold water, not bothering to change her clothes. It was two AM, how many people was she really going to see? She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her phone and keys, though she thought for a moment. It was likely that he had brought his own vehicle, or he wouldn't be asking for a ride home. She can just drive his car back to his place, it would save time and trouble. Though, she wasn't up for riding the subway, alone, to the area where he been spending his recent hours, but she knew he needed help, so she forced herself to persist. She slipped on a coat and walked down the street, towards the subway station.<br/><br/>The subway ride wasn't nearly as frightening as it could have been. She actually hadn't seen a single person all night, though that though made her a little uneasy. She walked a few blocks before eventually coming to the bar which he specified, seeing that it was bursting with drunken idiots. Ethan included. She crossed her arms over her chest, realizing she forgot to put a bra on in her Ethan-induced hurry, and she took a deep breath before walking through the doors of the bar. The inside was much, much more hectic than the outside presented it to be. There were drunks everywhere, stumbling around, smoking and drinking. The smell alone made her nauseous. She pushed through the crowd, asking a couple 'sober' individuals for an 'Ethan', to which they directed her to the bar. She walked through, towards the bar, spotting Ethan. A very, very drunken Ethan. She sighed and lightly tapped his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Come on, big guy. Let's get you home."<br/><br/>No one had seemed to notice her, so she took his keys and slipped his arm around her shoulder. She tried to haul him up, and he clung to her as he stumbled next to her, her arms falling around his waist. He reeked. She guided him through the bar, a few of the men whistled to her as she no longer held her arms to her chest, though she ignored them. After what seemed like an eternity later, she got them outside, taking a fresh breath of air.  She let out a long breath of relief and began looking for his car. She wasn't sure what it looked like, so she locked it a few times to find the source of the noise. She eventually located it and dragged him to the truck, opening the passenger door and helping him up into the car. She buckled his seatbelt and grimaced, shutting the door. She rounded to the other side and stepped in, starting his vehicle and pulling away from the disgusting building. She hated bars with a vehement passion.<br/><br/>"You are a piece of work, Mr. McDaniel." She shook her head at him as she drove them back to his apartment,<br/><br/>Eventually, she pulled up to his building and parked the truck. She looked over, seeing what she could only assume was a very unconscious Ethan. She wasn't about to be gentle with him after this hell of a night, so she took the near empty cup of water that sat in his cup holder, splashing the remaining contents over the shit faced man. "Wake up." She opened her door and walked to the other side to help him out.<br/><br/>She was able to drag him up the flights of stairs and down the halls before eventually finding her way to his apartment. She fumbled with the keys in her hands, unlocking his door and pushing it open. She dragged that dead-weight that was Ethan inside, gently laying him on the couch. Now she reeked of alcohol as well. As he lay on the couch, she began to pick his apartment up, discarding the numerous broken bottles. She didn't speak to him, she wasn't in the mood for being chastised by him for anything he could possible use to pick on her.