Night at the Bar...With Steve...

I was out last night having a drink or three with the folks and some other friends. My dad, Steve, had arrived at the bar quite a bit earlier than me and was enjoying $0.21 taps of Miller Light. At the end of the night, Steve was prancing around the bar, getting people to do his tongue twister (One smart feller, he felt smart. Two smart fellers, they both felt smart. Three smart fellers, they felt smart. Four smart fellers, they all felt smart...try it). He was basically shit-faced so I aksed him if he needed a ride home.
"No, I'll find a ride"
"you sure?"
"yeah, Dan will bring me home if I need to"
"Dan is getting drunk too"
"He'll be fine"
"Let me bring you home, It'll be easier"
"Go on, I'm fine"


I walk in the door, not 10 minutes after I left. My phone rings...
"Dave, can you come get me and your brother?"

But. I. Just...shit...Be there in a minute...