Lexus.
I return home, exhausted but satisfied. The house is quiet except for the hum of the TV in the tv room. I follow the sound and find Billie sprawled on the couch, watching Total Spies.
Her scent—whiskey and something sweet—hits me first.
She's wasted.
She blinks at me slowly, then grins. "You're home!" She pauses, squinting. "But… why does your head look so oval?"
I smirk. "Because you're drunk."
She giggles, hiccuping. "You smell like roast meat and gasoline."
I chuckle, leaning against the couch. "Maybe I went to a vegetarian barbeque."
She shakes her head dramatically. "No way. You eat meat like a full-fledged homo sapien."
Her words slur together, and I shake my head. She's so drunk. She found my hardest liquor, and judging by the bottle on the table, she damn near finished it.
I bend down and scoop her into my arms. She protests weakly. "I was watching my cartoons…"
