"Just... just here...!"
Brandan, with a slurred tongue, stopped Alex, then raised his hand and banged on the door: "Open the door!"
Alex widened his eyes, "Wait! Brandan, your key to the room..."
Before he finished speaking, the door was opened from the inside, and Iris Harris appeared in pajamas, leaving Alex wide-eyed—were they sleeping together?
"Iris, Brandan he..."
"I'm going to sleep here tonight!"
Brandan pushed him aside, wobbling and tottering as he walked inside, plopping himself onto the bed, "Just sleeping here!"
Iris turned her head, glanced at Brandan, then at Alex, and said, "His bedroom is on the third floor."
"But he..."
Alex watched as the self-absorbed Brandan rolled into Iris' bed, breaking out in a cold sweat, "He now..."
Iris also glanced at Brandan, annoyed that her quilt and pillow were filled with Brandan's alcohol stench, she looked at Alex: "Why did you let him drink like this?"
"I... I don't know. Before I could react, he was already drunk."
