It took a while and a lot of burping and throwing up but I eventually got to the location of where they were staying.
Rather than a hotel, the couple was actually renting out someone's home for a week. The specific number of the house was on the key in Malcolm's wallet so I checked it and then inserted the address into the GPS to find it on the map.
After determining what direction I had to head in, I had them throw their arms around my neck and try to help them walk back to their house.
This felt extremely uncomfortable for me not just because of the physical touching but because it was a good deed.
Unlike when I was helping out Minako, for some reason, this act with the couple made me feel like throwing up.
"How about if I do this?" I wondered.
I picked them up and threw both of them over my shoulders, carrying them as if they were bags of rice.
Although the uncomfortableness in my stomach was still there, it slightly reduced.
Was it because this style of carrying them could be considered disrespectful?
Whatever the case was, despite carrying all of that weight, the trip itself became much easier for me as I didn't have to worry about them wobbling and stumbling.
Needing to free up an arm to unlock the door and feeling a little fatigued as well, I put the couple back down on the floor as I used the key I had pulled out from the pocket to open the door.
Once it was unlocked, I started by taking Malcolm indoors. We had barely made it into the bedroom when he muttered, "I'm about to throw up," so I took him near the trash can and helped him vomit by tapping against his back.
Once I felt that all the contents were out, I helped him stand back up and allowed his body to flop onto the bed.
'One down. One left,' I thought.
If it wasn't for the fact that I was slightly tipsy (and by slightly, I mean very very very slightly) which put me in a mood better than my usual self, I wouldn't have been willing to put up with the pain of going against who I was to help these out.
As I approached the entrance, I saw Harley down on her knees with her head looking at the ground.
She was saying words but they were so slurred that it might as well have been a different language than English.
Helping her off the ground, I guided her inside and closed the door, locking it as well with only one arm.
Just as I was about to finish guiding her to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed beside her boyfriend, she suddenly pushed herself off of me and her body dropped to the wooden floor.
Thud.
"What are you doing?" I asked in my usual monotone voice as I bent over to pick her up again.
However, as I was about to make contact with her, she suddenly wrapped her arms around me.
Truthfully, what happened next, I could've reacted in time but because of the kind of person that I am, I didn't even move.
She planted her lips onto mine, dug her tongue, and began swirling our salivas as my tongue lay there completely still.
I was watching her kissing me with her light blue eyes closed.
'Is she mistaking me for her boyfriend?' I pondered as I allowed her to finish this exchange of oral fluids.
When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, I was about to tell her, "Hey, I'm not your boyfriend," when she uttered a name in the sweetest tone I've heard from her since I met her on the beach, "Venni."
"Venni?" I quietly repeated the name she had said.
'Who's that? That's not the name of her boyfriend. Or is it perhaps a nickname of his?' I wondered.
"I... burp~... I've missed you Venni. W-where have you been?" she asked as she glared at me with tears forming in her eyes.
'This Venni fella is definitely not Malcolm.'
I was feeling a little bitter. I actually found myself liking Malcolm. The two of us had some hobbies in common and he also got a few chuckles out of me.
"I-I miss you. I really miss you," she said as a tear trickled down her left eye. She pulled herself towards me again and planted her lips on mine a second time.
She used all the strength in her tiny body (she isn't short but in comparison to mine) to drag me down to the floor so that we were on the same level.
Releasing one of her arms off my neck, she reached down and placed it on the spot in between my legs.
'Malcolm, I was planning on pushing her away because I enjoyed your company but now... I think I'm going to do you a favor. Trust me. This is for you. Not for me whatsoever,' I thought as I convinced myself that what I was going to do next was a "good" thing.