I walked out of the club with difficulty because I was dragging Alex behind me.
As I went out, I noticed that the previous door attendants had already been repaid, and I felt a sense of satisfaction.
The valet helped me drive my car to the front of the bar.
Without much help, I was able to stuff the very drunk Alex at the back of my car.
"Hey, drink some water,” I told her as I threw a half-drunk bottle of water to the back.
“I don't want to drink it,” she said in a baby voice, and I burst out in laughter.
“You are drunk, Alex. Drink the water,” I said in a convincing tone.
“I am not drunk, I swear,” she dragged as she lay down.
We got to my house, and a maid helped me bring her inside and into my bedroom, where I had to undress her and, with a lot of stress, take her into the show
