“Guys, I’m sorry,” said Ted. “I’m going to take Anna home. You’re free to use my basement for…whatever. Just stay off of my parents’ radar.”
Megan and Ron got out of the car, soon dragging Deanna along with them.
“How do we get her in?” Ron asked, scratching his head.
“I know a way,” Megan proposed, bending his ear. He nodded in agreement.
“If I have to tell you again to shut up,” he said to Deanna. “You WILL be sorry.”
“Whatever, loser,” she muttered, but said no more.

They had her stand between them with her arms draped over their shoulders. Slowly, they began to march towards the house. It was the way one might support a drunken person, which is exactly what they were aiming for. Megan hoped Ted’s parents bought the farce. She also noted, with growing disdain, that Deanna was not a firm believer in deodorant. Ugh!