Xander abruptly stood up. Still heavily drunk, he stumbled on his foot. Calix quickly held his friend's shoulders.
"Urgh, you're so drunk," complained Calix. He glanced at the empty bottles of wine and whiskey sitting on the table, "Come here. I'll drive you there. Davin, you follow us too."
"Hah? Okay, okay."
Calix and Davin helped the drunk and grumpy Xander to walk. The former grabbed the car keys before heading out of the front door. Leslie quietly tailed after them.
"Davin, you and Xander sit in the back," Calix pushed Xander to the backseat of his car, "Look after him. Don't disturb me driving."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Having no choice, Davin had to deal with the drunk Xander who turned enraged within a moment. The latter tried calling Violet but, none of the calls went through.
The cool spring air did nothing to alleviate their worries. All of them wondered what was happening to Violet now.
