Gabe Saporta -- Success Has Its Price [12]

"Give me another one. On the rocks this time," Gabe slurred.
"Sorry, pal, but I'm going to have to cut you off."
"What?"
"Do you have someone to drive you home? I could call you a cab."
"No, I...there's...you, er, my...um, yeah," Gabe stated plainly before stumbling out of the bar.
The cold air sobered him up some, but not much.
He was still in the Village, he knew that much.
Gabe started walking, towards the only place he really knew the direction of.
About twenty minutes, he arrived at an apartment building.
A list of the tenants was listed next to the intercom.
"1A - Silvering
1B - Wolfe
1C - McKenzie
2A - Takanawa
2B - Watts
2C - Nichols"
He clumsily pressed the 2B button. After about a minute, he got no response.
Gabe frowned. He looked up at the building.
He guessed 2B's window would be the one on the far right, on the top floor.
He looked around. Not for pebbles, to throw, but for something to climb.
In his drunken stupor, he thought he would scale the buiding and knock on her window.
He found a pipe that didn't look that flimsy and proceeded to climb it.
With some effort, he got to the second floor ledge. It only stuck about six inches out of the wall.
He gingerly stepped onto it, almost losing his balance in the process.
Gabe peered through the window in front of him.
Tasha lay on her bed, asleep. She wore giant headphones, William Beckett style, plugged into something.
He smiled. She was breath-taking asleep. Of course, she was awake, as well.
A squawk-like noise startled him, and sent him pummeting towards the ground.

"On any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine."
Oh, man, Saporta used to look like such a tool.

It worked for him. :D