Bed and JD? Keith's mind lit up with vivid images, but he forced them away. Now wasn't the time or place. But he did know where to find the JD, he'd just have to make a bed in the school. Keith turned her face to look at his and he kissed her forehead, then her nose. He stood up, carrying her bridal style with ease. As he walked along with her in his arms he maintained his composure by counting and calculating, hell, even reciting old poems in his head. Anything to keep him from imagining the lurid things they could be doing with JD and a bed. It was difficult and he was aroused, but composed none the less. He really hoped she wasn't just mad because she was drunk, but because she really cared about him and wanted him all to herself. When they arrived at her car, he gently set her down and gingerly fished through her pockets for her keys. After unlocking the door and getting her helmet, he handed it to her and locked her car back up, putting the keys back into her pocket. He picked her up again and began walking to where his bike was parked.