Mary Douglas glanced at the caller ID; it was indeed Beau Reed. She put the phone back to her ear, "Yes, who is this?"
"Hello, I'm a waiter from the Jazz Bar. The owner of this phone is drunk here. Could you come over to pick him up..."
Mary Douglas's eyebrows twitched slightly as she shifted her position in the chair, not intending to stand up, "Why me? I can't be the only contact in his phone. Ask someone else to pick him up."
"Huh?" The waiter on the other end sounded puzzled, "Aren't you his girlfriend?"
Mary paused, then pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath, "...Okay, got it!"
Hanging up, she got up with an expression of impatience.
She thought, carrying the title of 'girlfriend' is truly annoying.
Going to a bar?
And getting himself drunk?
Heh.
Really accomplished.
