Lovina slowly opened the door, gently shut it once through, then stopped to listen. There wasn't any noise that she could hear, so she quietly proceeded towards her room, but she had more to drink, getting more cash, than she could handle and staggered, knocking a vase in the hallway over. It shattered into pieces, making her scream, then break out in laughter, falling to the floor clutching her stomach.
Antonio ran out of his room to see Lovina on the floor. "Lovina! Are you okay?" he ran to her side and helped her sit up. That's when he smelled the alcohol on her breath, then helped her stand.
"I'm *hic* fine! Now if you'll excuse me, I *hic* have to get home and sneak in before Boss *hic* finds out I'm gone."
"Are you drunk?"
"No! I'm not *hic* drunk! You're drunk you stu*hic*pid frenchie!"
"Lovina, I'm boss, and a Spaniard."
"oh no… am I *hic* in trouble?"
"Not yet…" he mumbled, "Come on, let's get you to bed."
"I'm off Duty pal! Plus I'm too tired and achy from work now…"
Lovina then passed out, and Antonio caught her. That's when he noticed the skimpy outfit that was torn and disheveled. He looked at her body confusedly, then picked her up and carried her to his bed. He grabbed a t-shirt, took off her green tube top, black mini skirt that could pass as a cheerleader's skirt, black four inch pumps and put his white t-shirt on her.