Drunk Eve

“Ughh, how drunk are you?” Noah groaned as he helped the drunk lady up the stairs to the room meant for the both of them, her hands pulling on his toe.

“You looooot so hansommee.” Eve’s loud incoherent words reverberated in the hallway, the hands on his tie tightening as he held her waist. Finally getting to the room, he pushed the door open with his leg and helped her to the bed, dumping her on it like a piece of paper.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Goodness, Eve. You’ll be the death of me. They were just going to have a meal and perhaps a bottle of beer but as always she proved her stubbornness by ordering more than three bottles of beer, showing them before he could stop her, and before they knew it, she was drunk to stupor.

The hassle of getting her to the car wasn’t easy. Eve’s eyes opened a bit, staring at her surroundings, her mouth wide open in surprise. “I’m drunkkk, this can’t be riel.”

“What?”

“This is really our room?” Slowly, she stood up from the bed, her body swayin