I'M KEEPING A FIRM grip on Danny's arm. "If you can't walk, I'm putting you over my shoulder," I tell her as she stumbles a bit.
"Nope, that would hurt my ribs, pretty boy."
Okay, she's really drunk. Danny never admits to pain and she usually only calls me pretty boy over the phone. She stumbles again and I've had enough. "Arms around my neck; I'll cradle you." I sweep her up and she giggles, which is totally unlike her, as she places her arms around me. "Are you putting me to bed shoo, pretty boy?"
