Ray opened the door and immediately had to catch Kevin before he almost fell forward.
"Shit— Kevin?" Ray muttered, grabbing his shoulders.
Kevin was a wreck. Eyes glassy, body swaying hard like he could barely stay on his feet. He looked like a kid about to cry, lips trembling.
"Ray… bro… I just wanna talk for a bit, man," Kevin said, voice hoarse and cracking. "Please…"
The smell of alcohol hit Ray hard — cheap whiskey and beer. Kevin was completely gone.
"I… I can't go home right now. Just let me crash here tonight, please, Ray…"
Ray shook his head. "Nah, bro. You're fucked up. Go sleep it off at your place."
"Come onnn…" Kevin whined, clutching Ray's shirt like a little kid. "Just for a bit, Ray. I need to talk…"
Ray let out a long sigh, annoyed. Then his eyes caught something — a keychain half hanging out of Kevin's jeans pocket. Without thinking, Ray slipped his hand in, grabbed the keys, and shoved them into his own pocket.
