Vivan was wasted. "Wife~ Don't worry I will be home soon."
"He is a mess."
"Who told him to drink so much?" John complained. Everyone was sober except this man who kept on reciting wife~ wife~.
Like she would care. He sneered.
"Guys, Let's end the night."
"Who will take him back?
He slumped as he walked out. "I have to go... I am late. My wife.." He laughed as he stumbled by the door.
Daksh came forward to support him, "Yes, your wife will be worried. we know." he completed the sentence Vivan mumbled. He has been repeating it non stop. Daksh patted the back of his ignorant friend.
Usually, he was the one helping others catch a cab and sending them off. Now they gotta drop him.
"You drop him." John pointed to Daksh.
"No, why me?"
"Because your place is near his. "
"I won't. What if his wife blames me." The mere thought of Ira's anger sent a shiver down his spine.
