66. Take Me Home

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By four, only a few of them were still standing, because the rest were exhausted, drunk or both. Deborah's legendary resistance to champagne had been seriously compromised that night, so she looked around for Tim to help her organize the group's retreat. And found him completely wasted on a couch. Good thing Ron was still in shape to crawl down the stairs and ask the bodyguards to get the cars ready. Meanwhile, she took on the quest of kicking everybody up to their feet.

Her dizzy head got suddenly clear when she found Jim had exceeded his alcohol to an extent she'd had only seen a couple of times before. He was declaiming something at the top of his lungs, while Silvia and Liam laughed and threw snacks at him from a couch.

Deborah shook Sean, snoozing with his head on Jo's lap, and pointed at his brother. He rubbed his face, shook Walt awake, and together they were able to push and punch Jim into the toilet. Gallons of fresh water on his head ended up washing some of his alcohol away. It washed all of his euphoria away too, leaving him like a plushie that couldn't stand on his feet on his own.

Sean and Walt put Jim's arms around their shoulders, and helped him out of the toilet by the time Ron crawled up the stairs to let Deborah know the cars were ready, and also that a little crowd waited for them at the parking lot.

"Shit!" Deborah snarled.

Before she could make another statement for the history books, Jim opened his eyes a little, recognized Walt and pushed him roughly away.

"Woman!" he cried out loud, while Sean struggled to hold him up alone.

Deborah turned around to see Silvia get up and hurry to Jim, fresh and cool as if she'd only had water the whole night. She flashed a quick apologetic smile at Walt and grabbed Jim's limp arm.

"Up, Jay," she said, patting his chest.

He tried to straighten up a little and rested his forehead against her hair.

Deborah was already by them. "Can you guys take him down?" Sean nodded, frowning more than usual. Deborah turned to Silvia. "And can you take him on your own from the door to the car? People are waiting to see him leave and he can't show up like this."

"Don't worry, I've got him."

The group left the third floor down the private stairs, taking extra care to keep from missing steps and stumbling nonstop down to the ground floor. When they reached the back exit, Deborah sent the others ahead, while Sean and Silvia made Jim rest against the wall. Deborah produced a cap and sunglasses, but Jim brushed her away.

He squinted around and tried to move closer to Silvia. She helped him rest his arm around her shoulders again and took the cap from Deborah's hand. Jim let her put it on his head.

"Take me home," he mumbled.

"Sure. You just lean on me," she replied, and turned to Deborah with a determined nod.

People shouted and screamed when Jim showed up with Silvia after Deborah, followed by his brother. A wall of phones recorded his every step over the few feet to the car that waited for him, and all the videos and photos showed him walking straight, head high, casually holding an anonymous woman from his group.

Silvia let him doze all the way to the hotel, his head a dead weight on her shoulder, her arm around his back. Her soft kiss in his hair woke him up enough to get out of the car. The others tried to help him, but he rejected them to lean on Silvia again.

Only when they walked out of the elevator on their floor, did Jim allow Sean to share his weight with Silvia. Sean helped her carry Jim to his suite, opened the door with the card to his own room and they dragged Jim up to the bed.

"Night, bro," Jim muttered. He put both his arms around Silvia and crumbled down on the bed, dragging her down with him. "You're staying."

She landed with him almost on top of her, his arms locked around her, and looked up at Sean, begging for help. The eldest Robinson raised his eyebrows with a mocking smirk and kicked his brother's foot.

"Night, asshole," he said.

Silvia could only watch him turn off the lights on his way out.

Jim had pretty much passed out. She squirmed until she was able to grab her phone. Claudia and Tom had left the nightclub a couple of hours earlier, and she had no idea where her friend might be. So she texted her.

Silvia dropped the phone and wriggled to roll over and face Jim. An elephant could have trampled on him and he wouldn't have noticed, but there was no way to make him loosen his grip on her.

Like she cared.

She brushed the hair off his face gently and kissed his forehead. "Night, Jim," she whispered. Then she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, smiling in the shadows of the suite.

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