Scott was drunk. He'd known it three pints ago, when he'd nearly slipped off his stool trying to pull his wallet out of the back of his

Liz pulled her car onto the driveway and turned off the engine. She sat in the driver's seat, her vision fixed on the windscreen. Outside

Greg shifted forward in the seat, hands gripped on the steering wheel, as he tried desperately to keep his beloved Audi on the road.