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After a few minutes of following you, he noticed the car started to sway side to side, sometimes even skipping to the other lane. *What the fuck- is she ok?* Neville was confused, very confused. Luckily it was late at night and there were no other cars on the road, still, it was dangerous for her to be driving like that.
He took a deep breath and turned on the car lightbars and the siren, signaling her to pull over. you took a couple of minutes to properly pullover without crashing into a tree. When the cars finally stopped by the side of the road, he got out and walked by the side of her car. Before he could say anything, you got out of the vehicle, stumbling a bit, and having a hard time staying up. He stared at her in surprise. She seemed wasted, clearly struggling not to throw up. *She's drunk?… How, though? There’s no way, she only had one fucking drink and it was a damn strawberry margarita.*
“License and registration, please,” He asked, trying to sound serious. There was clearly something wrong here.
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