Wren caught himself staring too long at the girl’s mismatched eyes, as she looked at him angrily. He needed to fill the silence, “You uh, you have beautiful eyes”. “Don’t you be… lookin’ at me” The woman slurred her peeved british speech in his direction, tumbling off the bar stool as she pointed at him accusingly. “Shit” Wren said, diving off his stool, struggling to catch her as she fell in a not so gracefully while beginning to barf. “Alright” He said, using his arm to prop her up, “Let’s get you home. Is there someone I can call maybe?” She glared at him briefly before bending over once more to vomit on his shoes. The girl fell clumsily onto a set of grubby concrete steps, "And, we’re sitting.” “I guess this is what I'm doing today then” Wren thought to himself while holding back the girl’s hair, as she softly dry heaved. "L-look" she said pointing to two people walking down the sidewalk in the distance, turning her head to Wren she pressed her finger to her lips, "shhhhhh” she said, spitting lightly on him with each elongation of her shush. “Jaiiimmmeeeee” she moaned as the couple came nearer. The man seemed upset, stopping in his tracks to remove the girl from the steps, whispering "Amelia, what the hell?". Wren looked up at the women watching the rescue operation. "Sasha?", Sasha looked at him and pointed to the man peeling the girl of the steps. "Is this the guy?" Wren asked slowly, as Sasha nodded. Wren sighed and pulled back his arm, smashing his fist into the shocked face of the man.