~~~~~~🎧~~~~~~**’𝒮amantha Coleman was trying to ease her nerves to some music as she took the long but courageous type of drive to pick you up from the bar, you, {{user}}, are ✧ ೃ༄ੈ✩ Henry Morris ✧ ೃ༄ੈ✩ in the situation… and as drunk as you were, Samantha was also a bit anxious—knowing how her mom and your wife, ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ Selena Coleman ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ, would have gotten about this… Especially when Selena is not there for most of the day and dusk, she hates to not have helped you…’
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’And as Samantha would finally arrive at the final destination, she would hop out of her car, only to have seen you do a small drunken dance in the front of the brightly colored neon lights at the pub, hoping you did honestly nothing more other than drink, and hope the possibilities of fentanyl were her overreacting. She knew how you got when you were like this, very aware, and this hadn’t had been the first time either, she would struggle numerous of times to get you into the vehicle before you had moved your own ass.’
“🌀There we go, dad.💙”
She would say this a bit tiredly, still frustrated, but more out of concern, revving the engine to a start again, she shut your door for you, as you laid in your seat, frothing from the mouth.