It’s almost one a.m. when he receives the call, the ringing jarring him out of his sleep. He grumbles a curse to himself before sitting up and turning on the light. He frowns at the caller ID. Curious, Ryan presses the talk button, sure it must be an emergency. “Lindsay. It’s one in the morning. Is everything alright?”
Lindsay listened to him, humming loudly before standing up and balancing herself on her sofa. “Well…Well…Well, I’m about to head out to get me more juice.” She giggled, shuffling to the door and opening the door. “I am… —burb— gonna go-o-o-o.” Lindsay extended her o’s before shutting the door behind her, forgetting her keys. “You kno-o-o-w, Ryan, I’m gonna get a little itty-bitty kitty cat.”
“No, no!” Ryan protested, waving his hand even though she couldn’t see him. The last thing anyone needed was a drunk Lindsay roaming the streets. “You stay right where you are. Don’t go anywhere.” Goddammit, when did this become his problem? He tried to reason with her. "You can buy a cat tomorrow. No one’s open at this time.“