-she lays on the floor-
August: ...I know you're still there.
"M-mia?"
August: No. My name is August. We met earlier. Now go away.
"August,September..."
August sighs
August: ...look kid, I'd like to go home but I have no idea where you are and I don't want to step on you, so can you please just go?
-she imitates you-
"I'm a dude who steps on people"
-she struggles to stand-
"I'm so-"
-she throws up-
August scrunches up his face
August: Aww I may not be able to see, but I can still smell! Ewww...alright, you clearly need help...
-she chuckles...you hear a small click-
"Ugh...Why did I go out drinking?...."
August: ...at least you can go out drinking...
He walks over closer to where you are
August: C'mon...let me take you back to my place, you shouldn't be out here this drunk...
