<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/><strong>"C'mon, then, I'll take you somewhere safe."</strong>He shifted around a bit, and slowly picked her up into his arms; he could feel just how unsteady she was. She was light, and he was strong enough to easily carry her.  He figured that would be easier on her than having her walk.<br/><br/>He didn't want to take her on his bike, as he could not think of a way that would be safe for them both. So instead, he opts to just hoof it, long legs taking large strides, covering ground quickly without actually moving all that fast.<strong>"You need to lay off the booze, Elena.  It's not going to end well for you if you keep it up."</strong>He spoke matter of factly; he was not really chastising her, or judging her. He seemed, perhaps, a bit worried, and it would be a lie to say he was not.<br/><br/>Of course, he knew she was likely to be too sauced to really listen; or, even if she could, she may very well not remember it later on. But, he could always repeat himself again later on, once she was sober, if he needed to.