Wheels

Hunter didn't resist Ryan's promptings, and staggered next to her, still leaning on her just to stay upright. "Mmm... yer sure nice ta do that."

Jeb moved to go after them, but backed off as Zan gave him a warning glance. "You just stay put and have some more beer til you pass out," he suggested. Turning, he followed after Ryan to make sure they made it outside okay.

Hitting the evening air, Hunter's senses stirred but we're too far in a fog for it to make much difference. Seeing his bike, he aimed for it instead of Ryan's car, but the different direction threw him off balance and he stumbled, almost taking Ryan down with him.

Zan quickly came up from behind and grabbed his other arm to keep him upright. "You're not riding home," he chided. He helped guide him to Ryan's car instead, and it took a little doing, but they finally got Hunter inside and buckled in.

Breathing a little heavily from the effort, Zan put his hands on his hips and nodded to Ryan. "Get him home. I'll move his bike around back where it's safer." He glanced at the car again before giving her a crooked grin. "And by the way... nice wheels."