"Come on, Jon. I'll take you home," Sarah said, grabbing Jon's arm and pulling him with her. At least the boots didn't seem to hurt him as much, but he was still walking stiffly.
Home was not a familiar place either. The only reason he'd let Sarah take him there was because he was hoping for something familiar.
The house was older, and in need of a new coat of paint, but it seemed otherwise to be in good condition. "What are we doing here?"
"That's it!" Sarah said, getting a bit annoyed herself. "I'm your friend, and you are suddenly acting like you hate my guts. I'm taking you to bed, and then you can call me when you're back to normal." She paused. "Where are your keys?" She asked.
Jon calmed down again. "I'm sorry, Sarah."
"You obviously aren't yourself right now. If Nadine finds out someone slipped you something at the Spiked Pit, she'll be pissed. You know how much she hates drugs."
