I drove Fabian to his house taking over his car. For the whole ride, he slept so soundly in the side seat. Even though I've been to his house once, I still needed the GPS to guide me to his penthouse.
The road was dark and quiet in the night. Every citizen had gone home after a whole day out. I've reached his house now, got out of the car and tried to wake up Fabian however he did not respond. "You didn't tell me you were drinking too." I thought. It felt a little awkward because I had to drag him into the house again but not before I felt his pockets for house keys. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." I said to myself.
Just when I found his key jingling in his front pockets, he suddenly moved. He leaned over the side door and started puking. "Fabian!" "What's wrong?" but he just kept throwing up.
