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"What is in this stuff?" she asked, turning to face Justin and trying to stand up straight

He laughed when he got a good look at her "Fuck, you’re wasted That is like vodka and Everclear with a hint of Kool-Aid for taste"

"Are you kiddingto die," he said, placing his hand on her waist to steady her "You’ll be fine Just loosen up a bit"

"A bit? I’ over," she said, as she did just that and started laughing again

Justin reached down and helped her stand up once again "You’re a mess When was the last time you drank this much?"

Liz shook her head side to side really fast "Never No, once!"

"Maybe I should take you hoainst the wall of the fraternity house and leaned closer to her

"I don’t know I’h she knew that didn’t sound like her at all

"You’re drunk, Liz Letat his chest "You’re drunk too!"

He shook his head "No way I haven’t had much at all I can totally drive"

"I’ll just take a cab"

"Seriously, I can drive you"

"Fine! Take uide her away froot closer and closer to his car She was suddenly not feeling well at all Why alking so difficult? Why was the entire universe spinning right now? That wasn’t a good sign, was it?

"Are you sure you can drive?" she asked, covering hersickness in the pit of her storeen" He unlocked the passenger door and held it open for her

"Ugh, yeah, I feel a bit green"

"Are you going to make it all the way ho herself to open herinside and pulling out of Frat Court The car ride did not help It really wasn’t a long drive On the roads this late at night when few people were out, it was less than five minutes from her place to his, but it felt like an eternity She wasn’t sure if her vision was blurring or if they were swerving Were they swerving?

"Justin, are you drunk?" she asked as they crossed over Franklin Street as the light turned red She heard tires screech to a halt as they coasted through the busiest intersection in Chapel Hill

"I’ht onto Rosemary Street

Then she saw it in her rearview hts

"Fuck!" Justin cried as the police car pulled up behind his car

"Shit, Justin," Liz said, straightening in her seat and wishing she had a fucking shirt She was in a car, getting pulled over by the police, in asuit top She felt ridiculous

Justin pulled over to the side of the road, and the policeistration Liz watched the next thirty h a drunken haze Justin was asked to step out of the car He failed the sobriety tests with flying colors The police officer infor under the influence Liz watched the officer escort Justin into the backseat of the police cruiser He would have to spend the night in jail

"Ma’a up to her

"Uh…yes, Officer?" she asked, sobering up

"Do you have someone who could come pick you up, or do you need us to escort you hoht around the corner Only a block away"

"It’s late We can drive you if you need us to," he offered

"No, thank you, sir"

"All right Please drink more responsibly next time, ma’am"

"Yes, sir," she said as he walked back to his police car and drove off with Justin

Liz placed her phone to her ear as she walked the short distance back to her house She couldn’t believe that had happened only one block fro that she had ever witnessed

"Senator Maxwell’s office," a wo phones at all hours of the night What a life…

"I need to speak with the Senator" She was pretty sure her voice cracked

"Who ?"

"Sandy Car the corner

"One moment, Ms Carmichael"

Liz waited a couple h the line just as she walked through the front door

"Liz?" he asked He sounded surprised, orthat up

"Brady" When she said his name, she broke down and the tears burst out of her eyes The DUI had messed her up more than she had realized What could have happened was scarier than what actually happened

"Are you all right? What’s wrong?" he asked, clearly concerned this tiet out was, "Who was the girl?"

"What?"

"The girl you ith at the town hall event?"

"Oh, Liz, did you see that?"

Was he confir this with?