"...TREVORRRRRR!"
He stopped in his tracks and looked at the car.
"Uhm-..Yea..?"
"Ca...call another uber....sthcupid...
"..My phones in your house dummy, I didn't want to get it."
"mh....I go getsh it..."
He got out of his car and went back inside the house, tripping on the stairs
"Omg..No-"
He went back inside, giggling.
"Phoneeeeee! Where...where are yuuuu!?"
He started walking into the house still wobbling.
"Keane, stop and go lay down."
"I'm gettin yur phone doe..."
"No, I'll get it myself. You go lay down, you are drunk."
