Abby felt very uncomfortable with the man's hand on her thigh, let alone the roaming it seemed to have done. She was sure that he was drunk. Who say's those kind of things to a practical stranger? Her muscles tensed up and she gripped tighter on the steering wheel.<br/><br/>"Are you sure your not drunk? I swear I saw you drinking in there. I mean, where I come from, we don't tolerate drunk driving. My friends older sister died by some stupid drunk barreling through our little town." She wasn't sure exactly what to do or say that wouldn't turn these guys mean towards her. She wasn't sure how drunk they really were. She thought she was the only sober person in the car.<br/><br/>She pressed her lips together and tried to focus on the driving. She looked at Elizabeth in the rear view mirror. Abby hoped she hadn't passed out in the back seat, she needed some guidance on how to deal with this situation she had stumbled into. "Elizabeth, you look awful, you sure you don't want to just drop the guys off and go home?" Her voice tried to hide the nervousness that wracked her body.<br/>