"What happened?" She asked with her face filled with concern.
Lux and Jeremy helped Dominic until they got to the couch, then dropped him as if he were a sack of potatoes.
"He's drunk," said Lux, trying to crack his arm.
"I think my arm is about to fall off," Jeremy complained, trying to crack his arm as well but his face only twisted in pain. "How much do you weigh now? Two hundred kilograms?"
Dominic only responded with a grunt as Jeremy glared at him.
"Fuck, he's passed out. Should we take him to the bedroom for you?" He asked.
Delfina quickly nodded. "Yes please."
If both Lux and Jeremy, who were almost as tall and strong as Dominic, complained about his weight, who was she? She doubted she would be able to lift one leg and talk about the rest of his body.
The microwave dinged, a reminder that her food was ready.
"Take him up, I'll be right there," she said as she rushed her food out of the microwave and quickly rushed behind them.
