"Mac," Shell slurred and grabbed her girlfriend’s arm, "tonight was fun!"
"I'm glad Shell, let's get you home." Mac gently pulled her closer and kissed to the side of her head.
"But why? I don't wanna..."
"Shell, it's late, and you're trashed."
More focused on pouting, Shell slipped, her heel missing a step and a screech pulled from her throat. Mac tried to grab as her girlfriend's knees gave out but she wasn't fast enough. Shell's knees collided with the rough asphalt road and she fell forward to her palms, and instantly felt blood trickling from her hands. Mac squatted down and brushed Shell's hair from her face. Shell only shook her hair and mumbled, but Mac wasn't able to catch the unfocused words she w...
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