Well, Isn't This Fun

I try to open the front door of Ally's house, but something is blocking it from opening all the way. I use my butt to push the door open as big as possible. With a struggle, I manage to squeeze through the small opening with Ally in my arms. Jake offered to carry Ally to her room, but I know she won't feel comfortable with that. I glance over my shoulder to the car where Jake is waiting for me.

I close the door using the same motion as before and see what was blocking the door. Ally's mother is passed out on the floor in front of the door. Looks like she also had a fun evening.

I walk with Ally to her room and I place her on the small bed. She groans again and rolls over, almost falling off her bed. I catch her and put her in the middle of the bed. I pull a blanket over her before slowly heading back.

As I step out of her room, I notice for the first time the condition of this house. Wine bottles and beer cans are spread out on the floor. The couch is occupied with even more bottles.