It's been maybe 3 or 4 weeks and I'm yet to see my ex again. She needed me to drop her off at a party, just a regular girls' night out. Surprisingly this time she didn't need anyone to look after her as she had given the new generation one to a friend for the night.
I arrived to pick her up at the appointed time, she was already waiting for me at the car park and immediately, when I saw her, I thought that this was not going out for a girls' night out, but for a sharp pick-me-up. She was dressed in a light coat, a short skirt and a very airy blouse. She got into the car as soon as I stopped. I saw that she had very flamboyant and sharp make-up on, which hardly meant it was going to be a quiet girls' night out. We drove to the address he had indicated, after which I went home and waited to hear from Monica when I should pick her up and take her home. She called me quite late, it was well after three in the morning. I went to pick her up and when I arrived, I noticed that she was standing outside in the street and it was completely dark in the house where the party was taking place.
We drove up to the car park and I noticed, also while driving the car, that she was just heavily drunk and barely on her feet. When she opened the car door, I asked:
"Do you need help to come home?"
"I need help to come" she said looking at me, "That's for sure."
I got out of the car, stood next to her and let her grab my hand, then I walked her home. Already on the way she asked if I had perhaps the key to the flat with me, because she would not be able to open the door herself. As I suspected, she was really drunk if she couldn't open the door by herself. So I opened the door and went inside to help her find everything she needed, especially to turn on the light and look for a blanket, because I knew that she would not be able to get upstairs to her bedroom this time.