"Keenan."
His mouth goes into an 'o' sigh and gives me frightened eyes. "Aww Someone's not happy to see me." He pouts with big blue eyes.
"You're drunk on the street, do you know his much trouble you are getting yourself into." I snap before I can help myself.
"I want to feel good." He answers, pitifully and he begins to walk towards the car park.
"There are a thousand and one way to feel good dummy!"
His eyes spark in reaction. "I'm not a dummy." Although drunk I know my name-calling has gotten to him and is affecting him.
"You are not?" I gasp dramatically, "'cause you sure do look like one."
He hisses but says nothing in reply. He gets to his car and pulls out his keys from his pocket, and begins to fumble with the car lock. I stand, watching him battle with the key for the next
