Jacob looked at him with wild, scared eyes. He shook his head so fast he was afraid he would get whiplash. No, he could not call his parents. He would be in so much trouble, he didn't even want to imagine it. "C-can y-y-you t-take m-me h-h-home?" He stuttered
"Hey, it's okay, calm down. I'm not going to bring you somewhere if you're too scared," he assured him. "But… I've had a couple of drinks. I'm not sure I'll be able to drive for at least a couple of hours."
(My mama would whoop me into tomorrow if I ever came home drunk and I was underage)
Jacob relaxed at his words, well, as much as he could. He was surrounded in the house, it was making him anxious. He felt like throwing up. "O-o-okay." He bit his lip, looking back down at his shoes.
(that's why you have to learn to pretend to be sober
don't do that, that's a terrible idea, don't drink underage it never turns out well, hangovers suck booty)
Samil led him upstairs, tightening his grip and making sure he didn't fall. "Do you not have a friend you can call?" Samil asked again, hoping that the guy would remember if he started to sober up.
(Lol)
"N-no f-f-friends." Jacob didn't have friends. No one could stand his stuttering or his disorder, not that they knew he had one. Though he didn't even know where his phone was.
Samil sighed. "Alright. That's okay. I can drive you home later, you're just gonna have to hang out here for a bit until I'm completely sober." He brought him to a room and knocked on the door before opening it to make sure it was empty. He closed the door behind them, and the music was muffled, making things significantly quieter. Samil could still feel the bass through the floor, but it wasn't too noticeable.
Jacob sat down and curled into a ball. He was never going to hang out with anyone again. He wiped his tears as they started falling down his cheeks.
It took a moment for Samil to realize that Jacob was crying, and when he did, he froze. What do I do? he thought, feeling himself panic a bit. He wasn't exactly the type of person who was good at comforting people when they cried. In fact, this whole situation was pretty odd for him. Usually who only took care of drunk people when they were his close friends, and he didn't know this guy at all. But it's not like he could just back out now. It didn't seem like anybody else was going to step up and help him, and Samil wasn't going to be the dick who left a shy kid drunk and crying alone.
"Are you okay?" He asked, voice cracking a bit. He cleared his throat, looking down at his shoes. Fuck, I don't know how to do this.
Jacob rocked his body, trying to calm his tremors. He looked at him, Samil, finally recognizing him. He shook his head at the question and curled in on himself more, if that was even possible. He never wanted to step foot in the house. He never wanted to leave his house again.
Samil felt his panic increase, but he fought it and knelt down beside Jacob. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, and I can get you back home soon." He swallowed and cleared his throat again, not knowing if he was saying the right thing or not. Fucking hell, this is way out of my comfort zone.
Jacob began to panic as he came to the realization that he didn't have his phone on him. His phone and backpack was in that assholes car that had tricked him earlier. "I-i n-need m-my things." He said panicking.
"Hey, calm down, you're going to be okay. I'm here to help you out, man, don't worry," Samil assured him. He wanted to put a hand on his shoulder, but he wasn't sure if it would make things better or worse. "Do you know where they are?"
Jacob nibbled on his bottom lip. "R-Richard's c-car." He mumbled, looking down. He should have known better than to agree to a study secession but his mom thought it would be a good idea, because it meant that he was finally starting to open up. So much for that.
"Richard Goranski?" Samil asked, tilting his head slightly. "I know him, I can probably go talk to him for you if you want."
Jacob nodded his head. "T-thank y-you." He said. He propped his chin on his knees and watched Samil. He'd never talked to him in person, but he was glad that he was helping Jacob out.
He stood up to leave, but ended up looking back at Jacob. "You can come with, if you want. That way you don't get left alone." People left alone at parties can get taken advantage of easily, he thought.
Jacob looked at him with wide eyes. He wasn't going back downstairs unless he was leaving. "N-no, I'm o-okay h-here. I-I'll l-lock t-the d-door."
Samil nodded. "Alright. Just yell for me if you need anything. I'll be right back," he said, quickly slipping out the door and heading downstairs to find Rich.
(should we skip or do you want to toss in a side character so we can RP through it?)
(We can skip)
Jacob got up on trembling legs to lock the door, only unlocking it when Samil had come back. He quickly took his things from him, hugging his backpack to his chest.
"We can leave soon, I promise," Samil said when he was back. He noticed that Jacob had gotten worse– more anxious. He should probably get him somewhere he was more comfortable soon.
Jacob back down. He pulled out his phone and almost tossed it when he realized it was dead. He was pretty sure he was going to be dead when got home. He put his phone back in his backpack. He looked up at Samil innocently.
Samil felt awkward now. That didn't usually happen, and the slight anxiety caused him to tap his foot and look around the room, clearing his throat every moment or so. "Uh– so do you want some water? Or tylenol? Or like… some chips or something?"
Jacob shook his head. "I-I w-want t-to g-go home." He looked around the room anxiously before looking back up at Samil, eyes wide.
"Okay. We'll go, then." He felt pretty sober at the moment, but he was still nervous about driving. He never drove home after drinking at a party. He'd usually crash at the person's house or have a friend take him home.
Jacob nodded and stood up on his shaking legs. He chewed on his lip anxiously. Had his mother stayed up waiting for him? What would she say when he got home? Would she be mad? he hoped she wasn't mad at him.