"We can drink if you want." Keith told her, honestly needing a little bit of an unwinding. "I won't go very fast, but I need to to hold on very tightly." He told her as they climbed onto the bike. Once she was one and holding him tightly, which he loved, he started the bike up and rode off. He was going five miles under the speed limit, gradually making his way to the speed limit as she became accustomed to being on the bike. Keith rode along, making their way to the school. He parked the bike and helped her get off, then picked her up again simply because he could. He kissed her forehead again and got them inside the school. He carried her to the Dean's office where he set her onto the desk. He knew the Dean would occasionally drink after hours, and he had suspected whiskey to be his drink of choice. Keith opened the desk and there it was, three unopened bottle of Jack. Keith handed her a bottle, closed the desk and picked her up again as he took her to the gym. Keith set her down on the bleachers and then sat next to her