"No! The strippers haven't arrived yet!" Valentina protested through slurred speech, as Elio led her away.
She had drank so much, she could barely stand on her own two feet.
Natalia too wasn't far behind. But she was less quiet.
Only laughing at intervals, at absolutely nothing.
"You're wasted Val. Come on."
"No, I don't want to. Let me go!"
"You might hate me for this, but it has to be done."
He carried her into his arms, amidst her protest.
"Stop it! Drop me do—" she suddenly forgot what it was she was going to say.
Elio didn't stop or wait for Marcelo, battling with Natalia behind him.
However, on arrival into the halls of Neravalle, he slowed down.
"I'll take her to her room, okay?!" He yelled behind his shoulders at Marcelo.
"Alright. I'll take Natalia to hers!"
They turned to different paths, and soon, Elio arrived at the door to the room of whispers.
He found a way to open the door without having to drop her on the ground, and then walked straight to the bed.
