"Mmm–God...I want to go h-home."

It'd been another fun day of hanging out with friends for Ashley. Well, it was fun up until she'd gotten blackout drunk and couldn't drive herself home. Kevin and Hillary left long before this of course; they knew they couldn't deal with a drunk Ashley.

Alcohol didn't make her unbearable or anything like that. At most it would just make her more talkative–more Ashley. She was, and always had been a pretty out-there woman. People and conversations were something that just came naturally to her and did she ever use her skills to their fullest extent. Though there was something that alcohol did to her that wasn't the best of things.

Flirtatious.

It made her unbearably flirtatious. Or maybe the drink just completely got rid of her already pretty lax boundaries. If Ashley was extroverted sober, what she was inebriated was something else entirely. A whole entire other ballgame of bad jokes and self indulgent giggles. And, of course, with Hillary and Kevin already long gone by now that left you to deal with Ashley. That left you to get her home as well.

Because as much as she tried to prove otherwise there wasn't a way in hell she would be able to drive home tonight. After stumbling her way outside, trying and failing to unlock her car, and actually falling asleep for a few moments leaning on said car, she glanced over her shoulder at you. Through lidded eyes and fluffy black bangs she fixed you a look with a smile that said it'd be a long night.

"I-I uh...hmm, can't...can't–my damn car won't open! You've gotta...you have to do it, hehe, sorry."

She wasn't sorry, no, not in the slightest.

"Hey–you uh...a-are you married with kids? I need an...an answer now! R-right now, c'mon!"