Wordle #1037 – JOLLY
“I said, do you think you can stand up?” Bree demanded to know, panicked and impatient.
“Last time I checked…” I giggled to myself again, despite Bree’s mood. I tried to get up, only to be pushed back by the buckled seat belt, and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up from me like a jacuzzi.
My college friends had always called me a “happy drunk.” Sometimes, I could even be downright jolly, and I supposed this was one of those times. Well, it was better than the other times…
Not waiting for me to pull myself together, Bree leaned across my lap, jabbed the seat belt’s release button, and hauled me to my feet.
As it turned out, I could not, in fact, stand up.
Bree let out a groan, like I was doing this just to annoy her, and propped me against the side of the Subaru. I slipped a little on the rain-slick panel, but it felt nice to be out of the car. Bree mumbled something and I swiveled my head to see her still bent into the cabin.
“D’you say something?” I asked, but Bree didn’t answer, too busy pawing through what I realized was my purse. She grabbed and pocketed the cash from my wallet, then flung it and the purse carelessly onto the passenger’s seat. “Hey, what are you doing?”
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